Sixteen Mile Road

I can almost see the light now at the end of this dusty road.

Treacherous and fearful at times has been this lonesome way.

My heart now scarred and my body frail; I sojourn on night and day.

I have walked a thousand ugly miles Lord down this sixteen mile road.

For you see, my journeys end is near, and I’m coming home.

I’m coming home oh Lord; I’m coming home.

So give me strength Lord that I may walk upright

 Keep my eyes fixed and let them not stray as I near the light.

For I have walked a thousand ugly miles down this sixteen mile road.

I’m coming home soon Lord; I’m coming home.

J. Allen Wilson © ONE 2007