Treasure Island

Jordan Moore


Fight For What It Is Worth!


I'm gona fight!
Cause it's my right!
I'm gona walk in the light,
There is no darkness in sight.

Joy is all he makes me feel,
So shout! Because you know this is real,
Our God! Our Lord!
He protects, he is our almighty sword.

But there is sin,
Which is anything BUT him!
It takes all you could be,
It hides all you can see.

So let's fight!
For what's right!
Let's walk in his light,
And help all those in sight.

He is great,
In every state,
He is the only one I choose,
His game, he can never loose.

And I will praise you,
And I will follow you,
I will read my bible and pray,
I will praise you all day...

Submitted: Friday, September 30, 2011
Edited: Friday, September 30, 2011

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