You've got your best man on the front side
You always show your best side
And evil's always on the other side
You say this is your strategy
But son I hope you take it from me
You look just like your enemy
You're full of pride
You're full of pride
We better trash our idols if we want to be
In the army of the Lord
And the greatest idol is you and me
We better get on the threshing floor
When will we learn that God's strategy
Is giving glory to the Lord?
So God
So we trash our idols cos we want to be
In the army of the Lord
Star how beautiful you shine
You shine more beautiful than mine
You shine from sea to shining sea
World-wide is your strategy
But shinning star I hope you see
If the whole wide world is staring straight at you
They can't see me
They can't see me
I want them to know, but they can't see me
I want them to know me
I want to show my glory
But they can't see me
So rise rise rise
Leave out your fantasy
Sing that you're better than me
Rise rise rise
Leave out your man made religiouscity
Rise rise rise
Leave out your strategies
Rise rise, rise so the world can see
Rise rise, rise so the world can see
So the world can see
Just another dying star
We better trash our idols if we want to be
In the army of the Lord
And the greatest idol is you and me
We better get on the threshing floor
When will we learn that God's strategy
Is giving glory to the Lord?
So we trash our idols cos we want to be
In the army of the Lord
In the army of the Lord
Raise up army, raise up an army
Raise up an army oh God
Raise up army, raise up an army
Raise up army in the army of the lord
In the army of the lord
There's no room, there's room
There's no room for idolatry
In the army of the lord
There's no room, there's room
For man pleasing in the army of the Lord
In the army, in the army of the Lord
Raise them up, praise yourself oh God