I’m going on a journey
Won’t you come and go with me?
Gonna take a trip
To a land that’s promised to be free
And the Son of Love
Is guiding me.
Come take my hand;
I’m holding on to His
He’ll
lead us to the Promised Land.
Gonna call His name
Listen for His still small voice
So that you can understand.
Hold on tight
He’s leading us through the darkest night
Just trust in Him
To show us the light.
Don’t be afraid
Your blinded eyes will have sight
At the end of the journey
He’ll give us life.
At the end of my journey
I’ll never
Die.
--October 28, 1981
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