I run, so sure, with the Word of the Lord,
I trip and come tumbling down,
Why should I fret, and plunge to despair?
I’m still on the journey home.
I take His praise, climb the mountain high,
I slip on a loosened stone,
But though I slip, and slide right back;
I’m still on the journey home.
I curl myself up, hide within my skin,
But still I am never alone,
For Christ Himself is by my side;
I’m still on the journey home.
He lifts me up, and He dusts me down,
He shows me how much I have grown;
Then He beckons me forward, and leads me on;
I’m still on the journey home.
We are not alone, on this race we run,
As we strive toward our goal,
But we need to focus in on the Lord;
Allow Him to make us whole.
We need to soak in His Water of Life,
To bathe in His Holy Ghost oil,
To know that the work, by His Spirit is done;
And not by our worry and toil.
He will wash away all the hurts and the pain,
And bid us let go of the past,
If we place all our burdens and cares on Him;
We can live in His joy at last.
When we need a friend, as each human does,
He will be the best Friend of all,
And He’ll never condemn, for His great desire,
Is to see us standing tall.
We can stand up tall, knowing who we are,
When our lives are held in His hand,
For though He bade us, "Go, and sin no more";
When we stumble, He’ll understand.
For He gave His life on the Cross, for us,
And He prayed, "Father, give Me My own;
Keep them true to Your Name, perfect them in love;
When they die, bring them safely home."
But until that day when we stand with Him,
And we hear Him say, "Well done!"
We can answer the taunts of the evil one;
With, "I’m still on the journey home."
And we’ll link our hearts, as we march along,
With the saints who’ve already gone,
For in heaven a cloud of witnesses cheer;
"You are still on your journey home!"
For no matter the times we fall or fail,
Our salvation and hope is not gone,
And we’re still on the path that the good Lord shows,
If we’re "still on the journey home."