by Amanda R. Dollak

Created on: August 30, 2010

Heaven Bound

When my steps grow weary

And I long for home,

When miles are behind me

And I wish not to roam,

You'll guide me so gently

With Your merciful hands

To Your Kingdom 'cross sea,

To that beautiful land!

When my muscles turn weak

And my pace becomes real slow,

When eternal rest I seek

And discouraged I grow,

You'll whisper so softly

And clasp my weathered hand,

Leading across the sea

To Your glorious land!

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