like butter over fresh toast

We will go marching.
not like ants, one by one or two by two. . .
but like soldiers. . .yea, any army.
We will go marching like soldiers for a cause.
And our cadence will never slow or stop,
but it will be swift, and our numbers will grow.
We will go marching.

We will march from street corner to street corner,
only to spread the kingdom, like butter over fresh toast.
We march to shower the streets with joy.
We will go marching.

Morning, noon, night.
Dawn, Dusk.
Hot, cold, soaking wet, or bone dry. . .
We will march on.

We will go marching from downtown to uptown.
School to school, house to house.
We will march for grace shown by a smile, and love given by a word.

We will go marching.
We will go marching until this city is yours!
Make us all generals, in this army of light. . .
We will go marching.