Written by: Lary Houston

My feet are so weary
from this long and rough road.
My back's bent and aching
from carrying this load.

But I'm almost home now
and my spirits are singing.
Not too much longer
welcome bells will be ringing.

Friends will come gather
to welcome me there.
and my Dear, Sweet, Savior
will show me to my chair.

I'll place my last burden
on the ground at His feet.
My tears will be flowing,
but, Oh, they'll be sweet.

Then I'll see all my old friends
who have gone on before
and together we'll gather
to wait for some more.