When all the ships, leave the harbor.
When all the anchors, have been raised.
I’ll be here in tempered armor.
Until glory we are phased.
When the last sword is swung,
And the flag is soiled and tattered.
A new song will be sung.
We’ll wave the Lord’s Love banner.
When the cannons leave their stations,
And all the sabers are sheathed.
We’ll have reached our destination.
Love’s new breath will be breathed.