Hold the line.
The kings dying words.
No cry for mercy or soaring speech,
as he stood before enemy swords.
It was no defiant shout,
it was not a valiant roar.
It was a message.
This is not over. There is MORE.
The story will not end here.
This is not the last of God's design.
The king fell dead on the field.
And so we hold the line.