The storms of conflict rumbling;

It's an avalanche of sin.

Oh I know it's time for judgment,

And in His house it must begin.

And I want His law to try me;

Yet I tremble, quake and fear,

As I stand and wait his judgment,

For the sentence is so clear.

You must crucify old Adam,

And cast him from the throne.

He that reigned through sin and sorrow,

This kingdom, once my own.

Oh how I long for full redemption

And the trumpet's sound of peace.

When this spiritual war is over,

And my soul has found release.