Fighting Fury Through Piccadilly Circus

On the 25th of June about 1300 of us in the Jesus Army converged on London for a colourful Jesus carnival across the capital culminating in a gospel demo event on Trafalgar square.

Together with about 50 others I was asked to be on the dance team at the front of the lively procession to lead the way and set the tone- energetic, full on and passionate for Jesus.

We were enjoying it. The fun dances we’d practiced for a few songs had gone well and there was the occasional Mexican wave and a “cheer for Jesus!”, but then something different came through the speakers.

This was the only bit of the event that wasn’t live. It was a rap, and it made me angry. This genre is infamous because of how it’s often used to express the aggressive anger of young wounded men. This was a different kind of anger.

As the lyrics blared I started to rage at injustice. I was no longer dancing to show the world what a lively bunch we are, not dancing to put on a show. A slow fury rose, I no longer cared what people thought. I was praying.

Everybody with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle-cry tonight
Stand beside or step aside
We’re on the front line

For those who are sorted, settled and sound
For those who are broken, rejected and bound
For those who are lost, crying out to be found
We raise a battle cry and claim back the ground
And together we stand and represent
That God’s love and power is relevant
Transforming our lives from the remnants
We’ll take back the ground with confidence
So be free again, free at last
Find your freedom from the past
Stand together, lift your hands and grasp a second chance
So we throw our hands up with our fists raised high
Come on London join us in our battle cry

Everybody with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle-cry tonight
Stand beside or step aside
We’re on the front line

While men’s souls rot in the prison blocks we’ll fight,
WE’LL FIGHT!
While women are beaten and weeping in secret we’ll fight,
WE’LL FIGHT!
While there’s one broken heart, families torn apart we’ll fight,
WE’LL FIGHT!
While there’s hearts with holes, sex shops and Sohos we’ll fight,
WE’LL FIGHT!
While one man’s greed puts a nation in need we’ll fight,
WE’LL FIGHT!
While there’s one young girl still sold for sex we’ll fight,
WE’LL FIGHT!
While there’s discrimination, hatred in the nation we’ll fight,
WE’LL FIGHT!
We’ll fight, to the bitter end, to see a better end
When every tear will be wiped dry
And death gives way to the Most High
Never never lose hope, hold on
Don’t give an inch to the enemy
Come on London raise your fists high!

Everybody with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle-cry tonight
Stand beside or step aside
We’re on the front line

I’m so thankful to be part of a Church with a heart burdened to fight for the lost.

Lord may it be more than words. Take us to the darkest places.

Lyrics inspired by William Booth and Pillar

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