In The Jacket.

It was hangin' in the closet when I went to clear his things The jacket he had worn through many winter and in the spring I reached into the pocket, and there I found a nail I reminder he had left from all the houses he had built I put the jacket, on and I began to feel this song And then I swear He was there In the jacket My whole body started shakin'. My head was spinnin' round. A chill was on my skin. My heart began to pound. I reached and pulled the zipper up. Heard that song again. Tellin' me the only freedom's through redemption in the end. And I held onto that nail, and faced the demons that I felt. And I said a prayer He was there In the Jacket Well the years have rolled away. And I'm ready to go home. I open up the closet and put the jacket on I reach into the pocket. The nail is in my hand. And I'm waintin' on the spirit. And the coming of the man. I slowly close my eyes. And my salvation's on the rise. Then I swear I can feel him there In the jacket Well it's tattered and it's torn. But there's a healing that it brings. The jacket that my granpa wore It's a coat fit for a king