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Dawn of June


I'm wealthy and free

In the land of the poor and enslaved. 

In a city where weapons are carried, I carry the word

Of God in my tongue, And fear none;

I'm brave. 

I'm shooting bullets right through the heads of 

my enemies, 

And thanking God for my breakthroughs and blessings

Because they are many. 

It is written that 

No man can touch God's anointed, 

So I shall go wherever my God has appointed. 

AMEN!

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