LeBron is our shepherd; we shall not want.
He maketh us to scream in amazement: he leadeth us on the banks of Lake Erie.
He restoreth our hope: he leadeth our Cavs in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though we walk through the valley of the Lineup of Death, we will fear no evil: for LeBron is with us; his blocks and assists they comfort us.
He preparest triple-doubles before us in the presence of our enemies: he has anointed our city with championships; our cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives: and we shall dwell in the house of LeBron forever.
Composed by my dad, Joe White, and I in honor of the Miracle at the Oracle.