She grew up in hardship
Never had it good
Still she felt her calling
And always knew she would
Following the general
A passion for the poor
Giving food and shelter
An ever-open door
She was on a mission
Keeping back the flood
Her only munition was the fire in her blood
A soldier in God's army, salvation was her aim
Joining in the war cry to sweep away the shame
Of poverty and hunger, the enemies within
Making good from evil to free the world from sin
She was on a mission, Keeping back the flood
Her only munition was the fire in her blood
Bearing fourteen children, only half survived
But through all this heartache, she kept her faith alive
She was a true believer, never did despair
Her spirit never wearied, she would always care
She was on a mission, Keeping back the flood
Her only munition was the fire in her blood
Served the Lord with gladness, didn't feel her pain
Scorned the devil's raging, to keep the Lord's domain
Proudly wore her uniform, a symbol of her goal
And i am proud to say that she's, a beacon for my soul
Always on a mission, Keeping back the flood
Her only munition was the fire in her blood
Her only munition was that fire in her blood