Every step is getting brighter,
As the golden stairs I climb;
Ev'ry burden's getting lighter,
Ev'ry cloud is silver lined.
There the sun is always shining,
There no tears will dim the eyes,
At the ending of the rainbow,
Where the mountains tough the sky.
Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.

 

The last journey is on its way..............

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