God's Flying Fortress

I'm a gunner in the belly of God's flying fortress,

Our silver wings shining in the night;

Over enemy lines you will hear our engines whine,

Let the angels lead the way to the fight.

We will fly, we will fly,

To the world in darkness we will fly;

Come the day of reckoning, hear the people beckoning

To God's flying fortress in the sky.

The saints in glory are our pilots and the truth is there to guide us,

We our clothed in the armor of the Lord;

James and John the Sons of Thunder they will blast the chains asunder,

Tyranny shall fall away forever more.

We will fly....

We've got angels on our wingtips flying escort in between us,

In formation you can hear the mighty roar;

And the cloud deck disappears and the moon will shine clear,

Shout the victory across the bomb bay doors.

We will fly....

Above the steeples and the chimneys and the shining jeweled bridges,

Flying underneath the radar all the way;

Above the chasms and the breaks and the clear mountain lakes,

Hear our thunder as the night becomes the day.

We will fly....