The Long Road Home

 
Seems as if we spend, all our life looking for gold.
Nothing else can take it's place, like the old story is told.
As we grow older and wiser, we give our soul to our Lord.
The tears start to fall, when we learn about the pain he bore.


Our Lord was God's only Son, he would pay for our sins.
Tears fell from heaven, on our Lord who had not sinned.
Jesus spoke to his Father, from the cross that day.
Father by your will, my blood shall flow down the cross today.


Jesus would save all who believed, while high on the wood.
Our Lord had walked the roads, to save all those he could.
The roads Jesus had to walk, the sharp rocks made his feet bleed.
Yet on he would walk, to reach His people in need.

So when you see your brother, barefoot and nothing to eat.
My friends these are all God's children, in heaven we'll meet.
Our pathway to heaven, shall not be an easy road.
But in heaven, we'll walk God's streets as pure as gold.
 


Written By: Ken Ferguson

July 30, 2008