Two thousand and eight;
part of it was great.
Part of it I hate.
My brother went upstate,
while I went to Haiti,
as a missionary.
Part of it was kind of scary.
I saw alot of voodoo,
and a real live zombie.
... but it couldn\'t touch me,
because I had Christ on me.
My brother called me every week,
Fifty-two times.
I thought I was alone,
but Christ was by my side,
telling me it would be alright.
\'Trust in Me, and I will be your guide.
I\'m all you need.
Follow me.
I will take the lead.
Remember why I died,
on the tree\'.
I\'m a man of constant trials;
a man of constant sorrows.
All I know,
is God will be,
with me tomorrow.