The people of the cross gather at your gates with a message:
Love is coming after you!
Like a rush of wind grazing over the Pacific,
From hills of the Mount of Olives to the desert winds of
From the cedars of Lebanon to the silk roads of the East,
An army comes. With no tanks or soldiers,
But an army of martyrs faithful unto death,
Carrying a message of life.
The people of the cross
Come to die at your gates.
If you won’t hear our message with words,
Then we will show you with our lives
For every throat you slit and every woman you rape,
For every man you burn and every child you turn to dust,
There is blood on your hands, brother.
But come, brothers, come!
Come with your bloodstained hands,
Come with your eyes full of murder for the people of the
Come lay your guns and your knives at the foot of the
A love that is overdue and overwhelming,
Breathes through your cities.
Though your sins are like scarlet,
They can be washed white as snow,
Though you call yourselves servants,
He will make you into sons,
Where can you run from His love?
Even the darkness cannot hide you!
Come, brothers, come
There is the sound of a rushing rain,
To remove your sins and bind your wounds,
You die for your god but our God died for us,
The King of kings comes to be the sacrificial lamb,
Slain on the altar where we should have been,
Jesus Christ, Isa Al Masih,
Walks through the Middle East.
There is forgiveness tonight, oh brother!
There is healing for your sins, oh brother!
We are no different.
Apart from Christ, we are no better than the worst jihadi,
Christ has been crucified once and for all.
To make sinners like you and me into brothers.