I AM A PILGRIM

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worrisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not made by Man

I've got a mother a sister and a brother
Who have all gone on before
And I'm determined to go and meet them, good Lord
Over on that other shore

I'm going down to the river of Jordan
Just to clean my weary soul
If I could touch but the hem of His garment, good Lord
I do believe it would make me whole