Verse 1:
My path is getting shorter, my hair is getting thin
The cross is getting taller as my journey nears it’s end
My gait is getting slower, silver strands among the gold
I say I’m getting closer when they say I’m getting old
Chorus:
Well done good and faithful servant, I’ll hear the master say.
I’ve been waiting for this hour, I’ve been planning for this day
I’ve watched you for so many years,
I’m proud of how you grown
Well done my faithful servant, welcome home
Verse 2:
I read this evenings paper, another saint went home
I wonder what it feels like, to get where they have gone.
So many friends have gone before, I long to join them there
In the city God’s preparing, I’ll meet them in the air
Verse 3:
My heart has just stopped beating, my journey now is through
My eyes are finally open, my body is brand new
I’m stepping into glory, that city’s drawing near.
The words I’ve only dreamed of are ringing in my ear
Released 3/22/09 • © 2009
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