I'm comin' lord, for my heavenly reward I'm comin' home to you, can you see me comin' thru Thru clouds of persecution, and stumblin' on my way I 'spect i'm only makin', '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.