 I believe my steps are growing wearier each day
Still I've got a journey on my mind.
The lures of this old world have ceased to make me want to stay
But my one regret is leaving you behind.
If it should prove to be His will that I am first to cross
And somehow I've a feeling it will be.
When it comes your time to travel, likewise don't feel lost
For I will be the first one that you see.
And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan.
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand.
And when I see you coming, I will rise up with a shout
And come running through the shallow water reaching for your hand.
Through this world we labor hard to earn our meager fare
It's brought us trembling hands and failing eyes.
I'll just rest here on the shore and turn my head away
Until you come and we'll see Paradise.
And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan.
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand.
And when I see you coming, I will rise up with a shout
And come running through the shallow water reaching for your hand.
Yes I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan.
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand.
And when I see you coming, I will rise up with a shout
And come running through the shallow waters reaching for your hand
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