| In that land across the sea there’s a job for you and me
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| Though our presence there may not be found
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| We must stay standing there on the battle lines and pray
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| We must never lay our weapons down
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| We don’t have to be a soldier in a uniform
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| To be of service over there
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| While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand
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| Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer
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| Many thousand miles away someone shed their blood today
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| With a heart so true and brave they’re gone
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| To a war that’s yours and mine let us join the battle line
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| With a weapon that will save our home
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| We don’t have to be a soldier in a uniform
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| To be of service over there
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| While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand
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| Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer
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| And when the planes and tanks and guns have done all that they can do
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| And the mighty bombs have rained and failed
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| Still the helpful hand above, on the weapon made of love
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| And against him none on earth prevail
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| We don’t have to be a soldier in a uniform
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| To be of service over there
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| While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand
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| Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer |