Hold the Line, The King is Coming!

HOLD THE LINE — THE KING IS COMING This is your midnight cry. A war anthem born from the battlefield of the soul — for those still standing, still burning, still holding the line in a world falling asleep. Based on Matthew 25:6 and Revelation 19, this is the Watchman's cry to the remnant: ✝️ Do not bow. Do not break. ✝️ You were born for the storm. ✝️ The King is coming — and He knows your name. Hold the Line, the King Is Coming Smoke on the horizon, silence in the land The gates are broken open, blood upon the sand They said the faithful faded, they said the fire died But there's a remnant rising — we still stand and fight We feel the tremble underfoot The sound of Heaven drawing near We grip the sword, we will not run We were born for this right here Hold the line — the King is coming! Trim your flame — let the watchmen cry We were made for the storm and the shaking We'll be standing when the trumpets rise We don't bow, and we don't break We burn like oil on the altar flame Hold the line — the King is coming! And He knows every warrior’s name The world has sold its birthright, bent the knee for gold But we were marked by fire — not bought, not sold We’ve wept through every midnight, warred through every lie But still we carry glory, sealed behind our eyes We hear the roar beyond the veil The thunder of the Horseman rides So trim your wick and raise your torch This is the battle for our lives Hold the line — the King is coming! Trim your flame — let the watchmen cry We were made for the storm and the shaking We'll be standing when the trumpets rise We don't bow, and we don't break We burn like oil on the altar flame Hold the line — the King is coming! And He knows every warrior’s name I saw the skies split like scrolls undone The Rider comes — crowned with the sun His voice like thunder, His eyes like flame The Lamb, the Lion — He calls my name We held the line, though hell pursued We fought as one — the brave, the few And now He comes with Heaven’s roar The King we waited for! Hold the line — the King is coming! Trumpets sound, and we rise again We endured, we kept the fire Now we ride with the Son of Man We don't bow, and we don’t break We are the ones who held the flame Hold the line — the King is coming! And He’s riding in with our names