Tears are falling from her eyes
A weeping heart - a mournful cry
Church behind the iron veil
The persecuted bride bewails
And she longs for her first taste of freedom
And she clings to the strong hand of God
Chorus:
She is the meek and the mighty
Shining gold purified in the fire
She is the meek and the mighty
Flame of valor shining bright in the night
She is the meek and the mighty
A gallant army of soldiers standing tall in her hour
Centuries under domination
Tyrant's rule and tribulation
Oppressionists would bend her knee
To atheist philosophy
Yet her pains forged in raiments of armor
Stands in battle but never alone
