
I awake in a panic looking all around
I can see a tank rolling by, yet I hear no sound
The mark of the beast is splattered all over the thing
I raise my weapon to defend but it's coming up the left wing
It's now or never but I'm frozen in terror
The tank just rolls by and I'm still safe
Somehow I must have been covered by grace
Recovery fire hails down on my enemy
Trumpets sound and the land is shaken
My enemy has fallen and I'm still safe
Somehow I must have been covered by grace
My lieutenant and general, my Lord and Savior
He came back for me, his long lost soldier.
I was caught in battle and got left behind
Back at camp I look into a mirror
All I can see is a bruised and battered face
I can see now I WAS covered by grace.