Walking down this road of pain Grief and sorrow fall like rain Slowly soak me to the bone Ever yearning for my home Worldly hopes have passed away Withered in a single day Weary worn, I long for rest Pressing on while being pressed
Rest my thoughts on things above Christ my Savior rules in love Grants me power to endure Cleans my heart to make it pure While I'm here there's work to do Destined days will soon be through Torn between the now and then Where I'm going, where I've been Keep my eye upon the sky Jesus coming from on high Holy angels, army bright Pierce the darkness, end the night
Mercy will not tarry long Soon my lips will part in song Joy will dry my ev'ry tear All my fears will disappear Even…
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Thank you, Cindy!
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