Traveling down the roads of days gone by
Can't change direction even though I try
Roads laced with sorrow and being alone
A road half traveled, I'm almost home
The road I chose is what brought me to here
Amidst family and friends that I hold so dear
Now the weary traveler is never alone
Together in our journey, we're almost home
Home is a place free from sorrow and tears
No more to worry of these earthly fears
Streets paved of gold and You upon Your throne
Angels to greet us when You bring us home
The journey's not easy but the rewards are sweet
Traveling the road till it's our time to meet
Your hand on my shoulder, now never alone
The road is half traveled, I'm almost home
SLM
Copyright January 27, 1999 by Scott L. McCune
Birth sign: Libra
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