In His word, and found treasures I once misunderstood
I'm looking out and now I see the promised Land
I'm marching on through the valley where once I was stuck.
O I sing on my journey now
Bring the pain with all its ache and all my tears,
I'll keep marching on, keep praying on, I have hope.
Hope that He will take me to the promised Land.
Fear not ye weak and weary saints
Keep marching on, keep praying on, your strength will not fail!
K.Oni
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