From the burning of the desert came the people of the Lord, to the high and mighty walls of Jericho,
God had promised them a victory, but it seemed so hard to see when all that met their eye was massive stone,
But without a single sound, without a word of doubt, the people marched, the trumpet screamed, and Joshua said, "Shout,"
And then...and then...
The walls of Jericho came down,
God crushed them to the ground, the ground,
Oh, the triumph that was heard, for the power of his word had made the walls of Jericho to fall.
In the heat of daily battle I've been backed against the wall, feeling like I have to do what can't be done,
And it seems there's no way over, no way under, no way through...yet I know that God has called me to press on,
So I take a tip from Joshua and the people of that day: I march right up and face those walls, and shout with words of faith,
And then...and then...
The walls, like Jericho, come down,
They tumble to the ground again,
Oh, just like he did before, by the power of his word he makes the walls to fall again,
Yeah.
Promises made long ago are alive and well today,
We can march and shout out loud in confidence and faith,
And then...and then...
The walls, like Jericho, come down,
They tumble to the ground again,
Oh, the triumph that is heard, for the power of his word had made the walls, like Jericho, to fall,
Walls, like Jericho, come down,
Oh, they tumble to the ground again,
Oh, the triumph that is heard, for the power of his word had made the walls, like Jericho, to fall.
The walls, like Jericho, come down,
Oh, they tumble to the ground again
