| I believe my steps are growing wearier each day
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| I’ve got another journey on my mind
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| Lures of this old world have ceased to make me wanna stay
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| My one regret is leaving you behind
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| If it proves to be His will, that I am first to go
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| And somehow I’ve a feeling it will be
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| Oh, when it comes your times to travel likewise don’t feel lost
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| For I will be the first one that you’ll see
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| And I’ll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
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| I’ll be sitting, drawing pictures in the sand
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| And when I see you coming I will rise up with the shout
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| And come running through the shallow waters reaching for your hand
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| Through this life we’ve labored hard to earn our meager fare
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| It’s brought us trembling hands and failing eyes
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| So I’ll just rest here on this shore and turn my eyes away
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| Until you come and we’ll see paradise
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| And I’ll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
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| I’ll be sitting, drawing pictures in the sand
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| And when I see you coming I will rise up with the shout
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| And come running through the shallow waters reaching for your hand |