Chorus:
Who is that making that noise? Yeah it's us again
Whooo? The ones who share in His reign and suffering
Howww? Since He died, we died, He rose, we rose with Him
Ooooh, like them first century Christians who get with Him

V.1
We're following Martin Luther, models imparting truth to
Our generation and yes we're using the arts to do it
People are marching to the beat of the drum
The evil in some gave Jesus' people a reason to run
Charged with treason by some but they ain't cower out like Nicodemus had done
Please believe that their reasoning was pleasing the Son
The squeeze in persecution gave the heathens a reason to come
(Who is that making that noise?)
We ain't quiet about Him, we preach Christ till they inquire about Him, watch
We got our eye on the outcome
Both genders boldly declaring He is the I AM, I'll come
Therefore we bear our cross, if we suffer we reign
Suffering is momentary like getting stuck on the train
Just preach it, you ain't got to be up on the slang
Present the truth of Jesus Christ till it's stuck in their brain

V.2
Listen, if we as Christians considered the price that Jesus paid
And the resistance them early saints faced in Jesus' days
And say for instance, He let us live past Jesus' age
Then we should be screaming in legions the fact that Jesus saves
We've told 'em we Christians, let's show 'em we Christians
We should still be carrying our crosses even if our arms were missing
Search them Scriptures and see how some of them cats were killed
But when Kobe Bryant is down, still got Shaquille O'neal
If Flame was down and Truth was up it would still be dynamic
But image the damage planted if both were standing
Imagine the planet if believers all over the globe
Followed the authority of Scriptures after closing the canon
Imagine the earth goes in famine
While Jehovah stands with the Holy Ghost and His fam
Imagine what would happen if we were filled with compassion and passion and every time we passed we kept them asking...
V.3
Listen, heathens were glad to hate us, heated like radiators
They stripped us naked, enslaved us and made us gladiators
Branded with nasty labels, Christians were bad for business
Thrown in the prison, the Roman officials gladly made us
Public spectacles, tied us to chariots
Burned up our flesh, the Romans thought that was hilarious
Times were perilous, they scattered us into various areas
Embarrassed us, the catacombs is where they buried us
But now the heathens love us, you know that got me thinking
Could it be that we lost every ounce of our distinction?
Ha! If we have, Father I pray you bring us
Back to the place where we fix the eyes of our soul on Jesus