As I walk down life’s narrow pathway
Many times I grow weary, when the road gets dark and dreary
But in the distance I can hear angels singing.
Then I know that Heaven must be near.
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And we must be getting closer to home
The signs are all around us and I know it can’t be long
Until we’re singing and shouting around God’s throne.
And we must be getting closer to home.
Just ahead I can see loved ones gathering
They’re preparing a celebration like we have never known
They are lifting high hosannas to the savior.
With out stretched arms they’re biding me come home.