Water, Wheel & Word

Black leather vest with the patches sewn tight

Sabbath Keepers rolling out at first light

Jeff Peterson packs up the trailer behind For the forgotten souls no

one else cares to find

Gallon jugs lined in the heat of the truck

Written with scripture when they're down on their luck

Carrying water through the dust and the heat

Handing out bread on the cracked city street

Word on the plastic,

living water to pour

A chaplain in leather

knocking open hope's door

(yeah, knocking open the door)

All through the winter and the scorching July

He never lets one thirsty brother pass by

And when the sun sets and the highway grows still He bows

down his head on a quiet pine hill

Praying for his own children,

morning and night

Lord let me meet them in the heavenly light

Carrying water

through the dust and the heat

Handing out bread on the cracked city street

Word on the plastic,

living water

to pour

A chaplain in leather

knocking open hope's door

(oh, knocking on the door)

Not for the glory,

not for the praise

Just keeping the sabbath

all of his days

A servant on two wheels,

steady and bold

A heart full of grace

that never grows cold

See you in heaven,

kids, keep on the road (keep on the road) Living water

on

the blacktop