Come Ye Weary

We're all fine soldiers just waiting to kiss our brides
And they make their beds as we trample the heads of the serpent and the lion
Oh fine soldier, see thousands will fall at your side
But are you strong enough to give her up?
And we are all praised, but are we the same as who we say we are?
Oh fine Savior, You're waiting to kiss Your bride
And every word that You speak, oh, it makes her heart weak
Much too weak to be strong
So surrender, surrender your love, all who are weary
Cause we are all praised, but are we the same as who we say we are?
And we are all saved, why are we not safe from our old excuses?
These are old excuses