In this world I walk alone with no place to call my home. But there's One who holds my hand. The rugged road through barren lands. The way is dark, the road is steep.
Where will we walk in heaven fair?. The streets are made of gold. Oh, what's beneath that shining path?. A dirt and gravel road. . The body is the earthly dust.
Heaven's Father, eternal Flame. Fulfill Your Word in Jesus' name. I'm reaching upward to the realms unseen. To hold Your Word in defiant belief. . Promise flowing through the grip of faith.