I’m Coming’ Lord, For My Heavenly Reward
I’m Coming’ Home To You, Can You See Me Coming’ Thru
Thru Clouds Of Persecution, And Stumbling’ On My Way
I ‘Suspect I’m Only Making’, ‘Bout A Half A Mile A Day.

The Road To Heaven Doesn’t Have A Rapid Transit Plan,
It’s One Way With No Changes Heading To The Promised Land.
But I Believe That If I’ll Heed The Things He Had To Say,
Even I Might Get To Heaven At A Half A Mile A Day.

Lord, When I Let You Lead, I Never Make Much Speed
“Cause I Have To Stop And Touch, The Ones Who Need So Much
Then Sometimes Others Pull Me, Off Of Your Narrow Way
And By My Mistakes, I Barely Make, A Half A Mile A Day.

The Road To Heaven Doesn’t Have A Rapid Transit Plan,
It’s One Way With No Changes Heading To The Promised Land.
But I Believe That If I’ll Heed The Things He Had To Say,
Even I Might Get To Heaven At A Half A Mile A Day.