The Meek And The Mighty - Farrell And Farrell

Tears are falling from her eyes

A weeping heart

A mournful cry

Church behind an iron veil

The persecuted bride bewails

And she longs

For her first taste of freedom

And she clings

To the strong hand of God

She is the meek and the mighty

Shining gold

Purified in the fire

She is the meek and the mighty

Flame of valor

Burning bright in the night

A gallant army of soldiers

Standing tall in her hour

She is the meek and the mighty

Centuries under domination

Tyrants' rule and tribulation

Oppressionists would bend her knee

To atheist philosophy

Yet her pains forged

In raiments of armor

Stands in battle but never alone

She is the meek and the mighty

Shining gold

Purified in the fire

She is the meek and the mighty

Flame of valor

Burning bright in the night

A gallant army of soldiers

Standing tall in her hour

She is the meek and the mighty

Shining gold

Purified in the fire

She is the meek and the mighty

Flame of valor

Burning bright in the night

A gallant army of soldiers

Standing tall in her hour

She is the meek and the mighty