Why do the nations rage?

Why do they plot and scheme?

Their bullets can't stop the prayers we pray

In the name of the Prince of Peace

We walk in faith and remember long ago

How they killed Him and then how on the third day He arose

Well, things may look bad

And things may look grim

But all these things must pass except the things that are of Him



Where are the nails that pierced His hands?

Well the nails have turned to rust

But behold the Man

He is risen

And He reigns

In the hearts of the children

Rising up in His name

Where are the thorns that drew His blood?

Well, the thorns have turned to dust

But not so the love

He has given

No, it remains

In the hearts of the children

Who will love while the nations rage



The Lord in Heaven laughs

He knows what is to come

While all the chiefs of state plan their big attacks

Against His anointed One

The Church of God she will not bend her knees

To the gods of this world though they promise her peace

She stands her ground

Stands firm on the Rock

Watch their walls tumble down when she lives out His love



Where are the nails that pierced His hands?

Well the nails have turned to rust

But not so the Man

He is risen

And He reigns

In the hearts of the children

Rising up in His name

Where are the thorns that drew His blood?

Well, the thorns have turned to dust

But behold the love

He has given

It remains

In the hearts of the children

Who will love while the nations rage

While the nations rage



Well, where are the nails that pierced His hands?

Well the nails have turned to rust

But behold the Man

He is ri