“I am a poor, wayfaring stranger, wandering o'er this world of woe. And there's no Sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go.” And when he brings me to that celestial home All the pain and the grief and the tears I used to know Will dissipate like smoke And I will finally be whole: No sickness within, praise the Lord. No danger without, praise the Lord. No d**h and No fear and no doubt, praise the Lord! And someday, someday. This will all be over. And my flesh will never stand between Me and my Savior. And my heart will never scheme to wound a beloved brother. And my Hands will only ever be lifted in praise to God my Lover But what about now?! I know this world is pa**ing But if there is no hope for the temporal I'd rather just die For my eyes are tired of watching the Wicked rejoice Wearing violence as a coat And pride as a necklace Their mouths lash out against heaven But you seem to ignore their blasphemies As you do my prayers My bowels have been bleeding for years! The aroma of d**h rises from my waste And there is no stench like decaying faith What about now? Seeking a homeland I am But the homeland I have Keeps chewing me up And spitting me out And leaving me as good as dead Broken heart and broken plans God, I'm not trying to be an idolater I want to be a like the righteous man Who fears the Lord and loves his commands But it seems like no matter how patient I am My cries go unanswered Do you even hear me? "If you have raced with men on Foot and they have worn you out How can you compete with horses? If you stumble in safe country How will you manage in the thickets By the Jordan?" That was the Lord's response to Jeremiah when he He found himself too tired to endure But he did Leaving stallions in the dust And when our calling seems Too much to bear may we remember Those who ran before us Countless servants accomplished Feats well beyond their Capability. For when they were weak They believed What more can I say? If I had the faith of Joshua I'd pause the sun in the sky Only then would I have The time it takes to tell Of all the prophets Those who by faith Conquered kingdoms Administered justice Gained what was promised They shut the mouths of lions And walked through fire unscorched Others were tortured, beat, imprisoned Stoned, sawed in two, destitute and Persecuted for truth Those of whom the world was not worthy! And in the company of those great saints That went before me Here…I…stand Broken dreams and filthy hands Counting sins like grains of sand And sinking further down Than I've ever been Losing faith Cause it feels like all I ever do is go astray But He took my sin to the grave, praise the Lord He died so I could be saved, praise the Lord He took my sadness, my sickness, my pain, praise the Lord! And someday, someday. This will all be over. And my flesh will never stop me from Praising Him evermore. And my heart will swell only to the sound of the voice of my Lord. And my hands will take His quietly as He leads me through the door. And the Victory is won and I see what He suffered for What we suffered for The servant who overcomes shall Receive his reward One day we will eat from the tree Of life in the paradise of God Untouched by the sting of second d**h One day we will consume the hidden manna And holdfast to a stone bearing Our new name One day we will be given authority Over the nations. Robed in white Our names will remain in the Book of life for all ages And Christ himself will Acknowledge our faithfulness Before the Father and his angels One day we will be made a Pillar, in the temple of God Never to be removed One day One glorious day One day coming soon The Lord will grant Us the right to sit With him, on the throne But today I'm just a poor...