I've been walking down a highway,
That seems to have no end.
It just keep's getting longer,
'Till I can't tell where it began.

Each step I take gets harder,
As I walk along the way.
So I make such little progress,
As I travel every day.

But I'll keep right on trying,
It's something I must do.
And If you care to come with me,
I'll be glad to walk with you.

If we keep on this highway,
Bidding all our sin's adieu.
Heaven's gate will open wide,
And we can see each other through.