In that land across the sea There's a job for you and me Though our presence there may not be found We must stay standing there On the battle lines and pray We must never lay our weapons down. We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand With the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer. Many thousand miles away Someone shed their blood today With a heart so true and brave they're gone To a war that's yours and mine Let us join the battle line With a weapon that will save our home. We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand With the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer. And when the planes and tanks and guns Have done all that they can do And the mighty bombs have rained and failed Still the helpful hand above On the weapon made of love And against him none of earth prevail.