IN THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH

My whole life was out of place I had to organize/ I came home and was a Christian They were mortified/ Since a child I was a pilot, I was born to fly/ Bible on me, I cant go a day, Without this sword of mine/ on the third day the son rose/ So it makes sense why, im saying praises be to God, In the morning time/ Street preacher on the beat, These are more than rhymes/ I come from a different world, Like coraline/ They all dying just to live, I was born to die/ deaf,dumb,lame And more than blind, I wasn't sorta blind/ feeling like I've been restored, But it's more devine/ He baptized me in that water, Not the Florida kind/ He said the fence belongs to him, But the door is mine/ It's warring time/ I wear the shoes of peace, Not the Jordan kind/ All glory and praise to God in Heaven.