In the city, where roads intertwine,
Two stand firm through the end of time.
Clothed in sackcloth, they prophesy,
Truth and judgment, they can't deny.
Two witnesses, flames and words,
Speaking truths too long unheard.
For a time, they stand alone,
God's own voice, a cornerstone.
Nations watch, and enemies scorn,
Yet their message, like a new morn.
Power to shut the sky of rain,
Witnessing through their pain.
Two witnesses, flames and words,
Speaking truths too long unheard.
For a time, they stand alone,
God's own voice, a cornerstone.
Nations watch, and enemies scorn,
Yet their message, like a new morn.
Power to shut the sky of rain,
Witnessing through their pain.
Two witnesses, flames and words,
Speaking truths too long unheard.
For a time, they stand alone,
God's own voice, a cornerstone.
But when their testimony's done,
The beast will come to think he's won.
Fallen in the street, hate's victory,
Yet that's not the end of the story.
After three days, a breath of life,
Rising up, overcoming strife.
A voice from heaven, "Come up here,"
In their ascent, God's power clear.
Two witnesses, flames and words,
Speaking truths too long unheard.
For a time, they stand alone,
God's own voice, a cornerstone.
So we stand with truth as our guide,
For even in death, we'll not hide.
Two witnesses, a path so trod,
Their legacy, the faith in God.