FOUR HORSEMEN IN THE FEED

INTRO

Watchman on the wall.
Scroll open in the storm.
Four shadows in the distance.
But the Lamb was warned us before.

RAP VERSE 1

I saw the first horse ride through the broadcast glare,
white crown shining in the poisoned air.
Conquest wears suits, conquest wears screens,
conquest sells peace with a blade underneath.

Daniel saw beasts crawl out the sea,
empires with teeth where the nations bleed.
Horn after horn, pride after pride,
little kings speaking like heaven had died.

Enoch saw watchers leave their place,
knowledge without worship turning violent in the race.
Ancient rebellion with a modern interface,
same old serpent with a neon face.

Jesus said wars and rumours would come,
nation rise up, kingdom beat the drum.
Do not be alarmed, but do not sleep,
watch and pray while the birth pains creep.

Gaza smoke, Sudan cries,
Ukraine nights under missile skies.
Congo roads where the wounded flee,
red horse breathing through history.

HOOK

Four horsemen in the feed tonight,
but Christ is King over death and fright.
White, red, black, pale in the storm,
but the Lamb was slain before we were born.

Watchman, blow.
Church, stand strong.
The night feels loud,
but it won’t last long.

Wars may roar and famine may spread,
but Jesus is risen, firstborn from the dead.

RAP VERSE 2

Second horse red like the blood of the street,
peace gets taken where the war drums beat.
Brother against brother, tribe against tribe,
rage goes viral while the widows cry.

Newsfeed flickers with cities on fire,
children grow old under drones and wire.
Men speak peace with iron in their throat,
then the poor get crushed by the treaties they wrote.

Daniel saw kingdoms devour and break,
iron teeth chewing what the proud hands take.
The beast is not myth when the tanks roll through,
when mothers run with no roof, no food.

But Jesus already told His own:
When you hear of wars, hold your soul.
Do not let terror become your throne,
stand in the truth, you are not alone.

The sword can wound but cannot reign,
the cross outlives every empire’s chain.
Rome had nails and a borrowed grave,
but Sunday thunder said, “Christ can save.”

SUNG HOOK

Stand strong.
Stay awake.
Hold the Word
when kingdoms shake.

Do not bow.
Do not fear.
The Son of Man
is drawing near.

RAP VERSE 3

Third horse black with the scales in hand,
bread weighed out in a starving land.
Wheat for wages, oil untouched,
luxury laughs while the poor get crushed.

Food lines stretch where the fields turned dust,
markets rise while the hungry trust.
Conflict makes hunger, hunger makes fear,
fear makes kings sell control as care.

Three hundred million plus at the edge of need,
while Babylon monetises greed.
Golden cups still spill on the floor,
but Lazarus waits by the rich man’s door.

Amos shouts, “Let justice roll,”
not worship songs with a hollow soul.
Isaiah asks for the chains undone,
bread for the hungry beneath God’s sun.

So how do we stand when the cupboards thin?
Give, pray, share, refuse cold sin.
Break your bread like the early church,
turn your table into gospel work.

Because the Lamb fed thousands with bread,
then gave His body and rose from the dead.
If famine rides through a collapsing age,
Christ is manna on the wilderness page.

CHOIR RESPONSE

Bread of heaven.
Living water.
Keep Your sons.
Keep Your daughters.

In the shaking.
In the night.
Feed our faith
with resurrection light.

RAP VERSE 4

Fourth horse pale with a grave-cold breath,
plague and sword and famine and death.
Hospitals strain, borders close,
fear walks masked where the sickness grows.

Outbreak news from Congo’s ground,
disease moves fast where war surrounds.
Health lines break when the guns still speak,
and the strong world scrolls past the weak.

But pale horse, listen: you don’t own the end.
Death met Christ and lost again.
Hades had keys till the Lord came through,
now the risen Lamb says, “I hold you.”

Paul said death, where is your sting?
Grave, where is your victory song to sing?
The body may fall, but the saints will rise,
resurrection fire in immortal eyes.

So wash your hands, but keep your heart.
Love your neighbour. Do your part.
Do not mock wisdom, do not spread fear,
serve with courage when the sick draw near.

The watchman’s message is not despair:
Christ is present in the plague-filled air.
ICU tears and funeral ground,
still the empty tomb makes a louder sound.

BRIDGE

White horse lies,
red horse bleeds,
black horse weighs,
pale horse feeds.

But above the seals,
above the scroll,
the Lamb still reigns
over every soul.

Daniel saw Him
clouds in flame.
Ancient of Days
gave Him the Name.

Enoch’s thunder,
prophets’ cry,
all bow low
when Christ draws nigh.

RAP VERSE 5

So stay strong when the headlines swing,
do not let panic become your king.
Turn off the feed when it eats your peace,
open the Psalms till the tremors cease.

Armour of God, not armour of pride,
truth round the waist when the lies collide.
Breastplate of righteousness, gospel shoes,
shield of faith when the arrows move.

Sword of the Spirit, helmet bright,
prayer in the morning, prayer in the night.
Fast from the noise, feed on the Word,
train your soul till the Shepherd is heard.

Check on the lonely, guard the child,
speak soft truth in a culture wild.
Do not become what you’re sent to warn,
watchmen weep till the sleepers are born.

This is not apocalypse for entertainment,
not cheap horror, not doom arrangement.
This is Jesus, Matthew twenty-four,
saying endure, stay ready, love more.

The horsemen ride, but they ride on a leash.
The Lamb opens seals, not the beast.
History groans, but heaven sings:
Christ is Judge of kings and kings.

FINAL HOOK

Four horsemen in the feed tonight,
but Christ is King over death and fright.
White, red, black, pale in the storm,
but the Lamb was slain before we were born.

Watchman, blow.
Church, stand strong.
The night feels loud,
but it won’t last long.

Wars may roar and famine may spread,
but Jesus is risen, firstborn from the dead.

FINAL CHOIR

Stand strong.
Stay awake.
Hold the Word
when kingdoms shake.

Do not bow.
Do not fear.
The Son of Man
is drawing near.

OUTRO

Watchman on the wall.
Scroll open in the storm.
Four shadows in the distance.
But the Lamb is on the throne.

The horsemen ride.
The nations mourn.
But Christ is risen.
New creation is born.