My feet grow heavy,
as I walk this road,
My heart grows weary,
and aches i the cold,
I am just a old soul,
That tried ,and failed,
I stopped weary and thirsty,
at God's water well,
Sometime the cross grows heavy,
That I have to bare,
Sometime the heart grows weary,
and whispers a quiet prayer,
Sometime tears fall,
When I'm afraid to dare.
I know Id be lost,
but for the blood from the nail,
I have already lived.
in my own private hell,
But now I'm headed for streets of gold.
Life has taken a heartbreaking toll,
I am just a old soul,
that tried and failed.
I stopped weary and thirsty
at God's water well.
I walk on lonely streets,
in the cold driven snow,
Tears on my cheeks,
A ache in my soul,
Sometime I fell as if no one will care,
But than sweeter than a breathe of fresh air,
I find new wind beneath my sail,
I stopped weary and thirsty,
at God's water well,