Fit for a King

His pulpit's a corner on 19th and Main

His grip on the gospel, his one claim to fame

He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passing by

While he offers salvation from the Savior on high

His khakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in weeks

His bouts with the bottle show up on his cheeks

He looks like a scarecrow, a sight to behold

But he works for the Shepherd, bringing lambs to the fold

He points to the Bible he holds in his hands

Says I'm proof that the good Lord can save any man

Son, it ain't what you're driving or the clothes that you wear

Material possessions won't matter up there

Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing

And these rags that I'm wearing will be fit for a king

He's fighting a fever but in spite of the chill

He pulls up his collar and speaks of God's will

His body is weakened but his faith is still strong

He's filled with conviction for the mission he's on

'Cause a mansion is waiting, he'll be homeless no more

And his words will soon echo from that far distant shore

Son, it ain't what you're driving or the clothes that you wear

Material possessions won't matter up there

Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing

And these rags that I'm wearing will be fit for a king

Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing

And these rags that I'm wearing will be fit for a king