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 dreary
   Everywhere I roam,
Then I realize that the Lord is near me;
   I am not far from home.

When reeling under sore temptations,
   Often I fall,
But Jesus, still with perfect patience,
   Answers my faintest call.

Though the world seems sad and dreary
   Everywhere I roam,
He, my tender Shepherd, loves to hear me;
   I am not far from home.

His look conveys forgiveness ever;
   His voice so mild,
“Keep trusting till the journey’s over;
   I’ll not forsake you, child.”

Though the world seems sad and dreary
   Everywhere I roam,
What a comfort that my Saviour’s near me;
   I am not far from home.

And soon, O thought beyond all fathom,
   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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