As I journey through this life,
Toward my ultimate goal,
I seek the touch of Jesus,
His hand I lovingly hold.

He lifts me o'er the hurdles,
I can't make it, just me alone,
'Tis to Him I give my trust,
He'll see me safely reach my home.

When my feet grow weary,
I can't seem to travel more,
My Lord reaches down to me,
Like an eagle I can soar.

My vision becomes blurry,
From the tears that fall,
Jesus hears my mournful pleas,
He answers when I call.

As the darkness closes in,
When every day is done,
I close my eyes in peaceful sleep,
I'm guarded by the Son.

Each day my home grows nearer,
I see the lights from above,
There's a Beacon guiding me,
My pathway is paved with love.

I’ve grown weary of the trip,
It has been years since I've begun,
God's precious hands lead the way.
The final victory has been won.

Gayle Davis©
24 July 2007
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