Triumph (Scott Altham & Anchor Mejans)
People expect to be happy
Yet pride may trip and then fall.
Lay down your heart as a martyr…
You’ve given your inch – now Your all!
Light the brier with the torches…
Joan of Arc comes in chains…
All of her soldiers now silent…
In her soul burns a flame.
What do you care if you’re lonely?
Heaven seems so far away.
To see the white dove in the twilight
Carry your last hope away.
All of you saints
All you sinners…
Meet at the movable feast…
Raising your cup to the winner
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