I Am Not Far From Home
All through this barren land I wander,
Longing for rest;
Why does it seem so hard, I ponder;
Why such a load on my breast?
All the world seems sad and drearyWhen reeling under sore temptations,
Everywhere I roam,
Then I realize that the Lord is near me;
I am not far from home.
Often I fall,
But Jesus, still with perfect patience,
Answers my faintest call.
Though the world seems sad and drearyHis look conveys forgiveness ever;
Everywhere I roam,
He, my tender Shepherd, loves to hear me;
I am not far from home.
His voice so mild,
“Keep trusting till the journey’s over;
I’ll not forsake you, child.”
Though the world seems sad and drearyAnd soon, O thought beyond all fathom,
Everywhere I roam,
What a comfort that my Saviour’s near me;
I am not far from home.
His face we’ll see;
So shall we evermore be with Him,
Like Him, in victory!
Though the world seems sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam,
How that blessed hope prevails to cheer me:
I am not far from home.
Ed Morris, 1994 (Revised 1998)
To the tune of S’wanee River (Old Folks at Home)
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