As the clock strikes eight-o-clock,
and the full moon is out,
My wife and I pray in the living room.
\"Lord God please bring me and my wife closer together\", I say.
By now, it is no secret that the war is getting much worse.
Had I not made that one mistake,
and not been sent home,
With the help of the Lord,
I would have ended it by now.
Still, as it seems as though Jesus is returning,
My wife and I pray the he fixes our marriage.
Except for the waves,
crashing against the house,
it is often quiet,
but I have heard it before -
an eerie silence.
Something is wrong.
As I break apart from my wife,
I slowly walk outside onto the porch.
The usual eight-o-clock fog is unusually breaking.
A war ship has anchored,
about one mile out,
as strangers begin storming the giant coast somehow.
The way the war was going,
I am really not surprised.
It true,
our house was hard to get to,
but it was just a matter of time.
\"Baby, They\'re Here! Load My Rifle\", I call back inside.
My wife might not know what is going on,
but that woman sure isn\'t afraid to fight.
I run back inside
to meet my wife,
as she tosses me my gun.
Yet to my surprise,
I thought for a second,
\'When did she get one\'.
As the people charge,
we stand our ground,
taking cover,
and holding them off.
I say, \"Lord if this is our last stand, take us into your arms\".
The fight lasts for hours,
way into the night.
Till seven-o-clock in the morning,
when they reached the front porch light.
We\'re cornered and surrounded,
in our own bedroom.
I suppose that\'s how God brought us together,
right before the final boom.
If you think the enemy killed us,
you are mistaken,
and you should learn,
that Jesus kept his promise,
and that boom was Jesus\'s return.