Stand

for Dana, my sword sister

Sometimes I feel I am Elijah
One good guy in a world of bad
Where every girl is Jezebel
Where every guy is that Ahab

Right now I feel I'm on the run
Pursued by her lusty knife
And not a soul to stand beside me
I am afraid for my life

God send me one of your angels
Feed me with that holy bread
Let me find myself a broom tree
Under which to rest my head

Lead me to the cave so
I can hear your mighty thunder
Be awed by your fiery quaking
Still small voice will make me wonder

Why are you here? I'm here for You
I'm zealous for the Lord of Hosts
For myself I've no intentions
See, You are my only boast

Excuse me there, I'm interrupting
Do not delight in solitude
Live like a true prophet of God
And lose that fearful attitude

See I've reserved to me yet thousands
On their feet and standing strong
While you whimper in your corner
Writing this pathetic song

Don't look for strength from my thunder
Or comfort from my still small voice
I did those things for Elijah
What I do for you will be my choice

Get on your feet and take this message
There are still men who stand by you
I've prepared a king to aid you
I've made a man who's just like you

So stop it with your tales of woe
Stop whining about how you are alone
I am still God, I rule forever
Earth is my stool, heaven my throne

Rebuked I leave my solemn cave
Take up the rod of holy truth
Restless on my holy mission
Letting no man despise my youth

He has reserved that seven thousand
Not bowing their knee to Baal
Not giving in to their fears either
The bold and fearless shall prevail