The old gospel journey is long and hard,
With mountains to climb,
Through the valleys low and shadows dark,
When troubles are high on my mind.
But the old gospel gives me strength,
To carry on each day,
The promise that I'm never alone,
Is what keeps the doubt at bay.
The choir sings of Jordan's waters,
And dry bones coming alive,
The amen sounds in the church,
Are threads that bind the survive.
I walk this old gospel journey,
With faith as my only guide,
The destination is glory land,
Where all tears are dried.
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