She grew up in hardship, never had it good
Still she felt her calling, and always knew she would
Following the general, a passion for the poor
Giving food and shelter an ever-open door

She was on a mission, keeping back the flood
Her only munition was the fire in her blood

A soldier in God's army, salvation was her aim
Joining in the war cry to sweep away the shame
Of poverty and hunger, the enemies within
Making good from evil to free the world from sin

She was on a mission, keeping back the flood
Her only munition was the fire in her blood

Bearing fourteen children, only half survived
But through all this heartache, she kept her faith alive
She was a true believer, never did despair
Her spirit never wearied, she would always care

She was on a mission, keeping back the flood
Her only munition was the fire in her blood

Served the Lord with gladness, didn't feel her pain
Scorned the devil's raging, to keep the Lord's domain
Proudly wore her uniform, a symbol of her goal
And I am proud to say that she's, a beacon for my soul

Always on a mission, keeping back the flood
Her only munition was the fire in her blood

Her only munition was that fire in her blood