Until the Journey Ends

Until the Journey Ends

Why are we fallen, why are we frail?

Why do we often allow evil to prevail?

Why do we hurt, why do we hunger?

Why does our passion for Him oft slumber?

Though joy may seem distant and weak—

Still His strength and love will I constantly seek.

To seek His face and long for His heart—

To gaze upon righteousness and not let it depart,

I will follow in His footsteps each and every day—

And Lord if I stumble, comfort, pick me up, and show me the way.

Everlasting to everlasting this trail I will not relinquish—

And death shall not prevail, nor my hope ever extinguish.

For I am coming, Lord Jesus, I am coming—

Keep your arms extended for me, I am coming.

While this journey is not over, perhaps it’s only begun

Until the Journey Ends—I’ll say it again

I am coming, Lord Jesus, I am coming—

Keep your arms extended for me, for I am coming.

Greg Butz

5-23-08