All through time His are held
We’re held and He hears us
He is fervent for His Servant
Not despise, endears us
Captives, on the train
He drags us into heaven
Captives, on the train
It’s late, it’s time, eleven
We’re waiting in our robes of white
Till all the saints are martyred
We’re on the train, it stops again
Jesus’ life been bartered
Captives, on the train
He drags us into heaven
Captives, on the train
It’s late, it’s time, eleven
Captives, on the train
He drags us into heaven
Captives, on the train
It’s late, it’s time, eleven.
Psalms 69:33
The LORD hears the needy
and does not despise his captive people.
Revelation 6:11
Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.