Walk Shall I
I walk in a path of stones, my feet are bloodied from the path.
My clothes are dirty and torn, my throat is very dry, from the day's sun.
I stop and take my knapsack, and place it on the ground. I lay my head upon it, and look to the sky, I say a prayer, It's Our Father, my eyes start to fade into sleepiness,
I awaken at the Lord's table, Home At Last, Home At Last..
My journey on earth, a forgotten past.
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