Trusting Him For My Journey
My mind is on my
journey's end
Tho' I still walk among my friends!
I'll reap just what I now have sown
Lord, please don't let me walk alone
It's the nail scarred hand I need to hold
If I'm to walk those streets of gold
On bended knee I must talk to you
So I'll have the strength to make it thru!
Oh Lord, I thank you for your love
That built my home in heaven above
I thank you for your mercy too
And by your grace I'll make it thru!
Across old Jordan there you'll be
And in your arms you'll carry me
I've trusted you in time now past
By trusting still, I'm home at last
Betty Hill © 2006
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