Rhyme Prisoner. Envisioner. Tryna find my way Outside the bars of average listeners. The Christener: Spitting Baptismal Water like ministers. Arisener: Rolling the rock away that's been sitting there. I've been sitting there getting stale, Feeling ill while I'm getting more frail, Losing my chill, turning more pale. I lost my way. I lost my will. But, I pray to the Lord, So to give me The Light. He gives me The Will. He gives me The Might. Each step in his Way, I'm feeling Alright. I Thank the Lord Every day He shows me his Light.