Fit for a King Misc. Gospel
[Em] [Bm] His [Em]pulpit's a corner on Nineteenth and Main
His [A]grip on the Gospel his one claim to fame[Em]
He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passing by
and he o[A]ffers salvation for the Savior on h[Em]igh.
[Bm] His [Em]khakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in weeks
his [A]bout with the bottle shows up on his [Em]cheeks.
He looks like a scarecrow a sight to behold
as he [A]works for the [E]Shepherd bringin' [B7]lambs to the [E]fold.
He [Bm]points to the [A]Bible he [E]holds in his hands
says, " I'm [A]proof that the Good[E] Lord can [F#m]save any man[A]."
CHORUS: [E]Son it ain't what you're drivin' [A]or the clothes th[E]at you wear,
material possessions won't [A]matter up [Bb]there.
And [E]someday in heaven when the angels all [A]sing
these r[E]ags that I'm wearin' will be [Bb]fit for a [Bm]king.
(Second verse progression same as first)
He's fightin' the fever in spite of the chill,
he pulls up his collar and he speaks God's will.
His body is weakened but his faith is still strong,
for he's filled with conviction for the mission he's on.
He knows soon in heaven He'll be homeless no more,
As his work will soon echo from that far distant shore.