Ten thousand men go marching up

the hill and when they reach the top

they go on marching down

to fields of blood and spoils of war and then

it's five a.m i don't know what

i'm doing up and on the floor

it's just so strange to see

the grace that's raining down on me

(raining down on me)



There's no rhyme

there's no reason

must be the season

of God's love



Through broken glass and hungry eyes

a father tells his children lies

he says he's coming back

but he knows he's not coming back again

i could have been that man if i

had not surrendered to the call

the pull was strong enough

to bend my will and break my fall

(no more need to fall)



(chorus)



I don't pretend to know the reason i've been chosen to recieve

the mercy strength and peace- his dying on the cross for me released

must be the season

must be the season

of God's love.



From the album... 'Tony Vincent'.