Mansions of the Lord
music by Nick Glennie-Smith, words by Randall Wallace
To fallen soldiers let us sing
Where no rockets fly, nor bullets wing.
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the mansions of the Lord.
No more bleeding, no more flight,
No prayers pleading through the night.
Just divine embrace, eternal light
In the mansions of the Lord.
Where no mothers cry and no children weep,
We will stand and guard, though the angels sleep.
All through the ages, safely keep,
The mansions of the Lord.