Monday, August 30, 2010
When Will This Journey End
When will this journey end? Been on this road so long now. I can’t see the beginning, can’t see no end. This dusty, broken road; so many twists, turns, forks and stones in my path. This is a lonesome dreary highway with no future, no past. The tears I cried turn the dirt to mud, stormy winds blow dust in my eyes, I stumble, trip and fall over rocks and ruts. When, O’ when will this journey end?
When will this journey end? This burden on my back sometimes bows me, presses me to the ground. On wobbly, weary legs I struggle to rise, this aging and broken man. I lean upon my walking stick. I turn my face into the hot gritty wind; my head hung low, eyes down cast. Should I ask, take this weight from my heart and sorrow from my soul? When, O’ when will this journey end?
When will this journey end? I refuse to ask, Lord take me this burden from my back; bring this bitter road to its end. Yet, I beg, Lord help me to walk this “lonesome valley,” help climb the next looming hill. Still I plead, Lord give me strength to finish the course, that I may soon come to the end of this “dead man’s walk.” When, O’ When will this journey end?
Bob
When will this journey end? This burden on my back sometimes bows me, presses me to the ground. On wobbly, weary legs I struggle to rise, this aging and broken man. I lean upon my walking stick. I turn my face into the hot gritty wind; my head hung low, eyes down cast. Should I ask, take this weight from my heart and sorrow from my soul? When, O’ when will this journey end?
When will this journey end? I refuse to ask, Lord take me this burden from my back; bring this bitter road to its end. Yet, I beg, Lord help me to walk this “lonesome valley,” help climb the next looming hill. Still I plead, Lord give me strength to finish the course, that I may soon come to the end of this “dead man’s walk.” When, O’ When will this journey end?
Bob
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