The road is hard, the road is long
But, by God's grace, life goes on;
And though my face like flint is set,
I must remember...I'm not home yet.
And when life's storms toss me about,
When I'm overwhelmed with fear and doubt,
He's there to remind me, lest I forget,
I'm a stranger here...I'm not home yet.
I take great comfort when I hear Him say
In His most sweet and gentle way,
"Child, don't worry and don't you fret,
Remember this ...you're not home yet!"
©2001 J M McIntosh
These all died in faith, not having received
the promises, but having seen them afar off
were assured of them, embraced them,
and confessed that they were strangers and
pilgrims on the earth. (Hebrews 11:13)
