Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe There is no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my Father And all my loved ones who've gone on I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is hard and steep But beauteous fields arise before me Where God's redeemed their vigils keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come So I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home

Today was a beautiful day. A good day for the work that was in it. Thanks to everyone for your kind thoughts and wishes.