Is this the right road home, O Lord?
The clouds are dark and still.
The stony path is hard to tread,
Each step brings some fresh ill.
I thought the way would brighter grow,
And that the sun with warmth would glow,
And joyous songs from free hearts flow.
Is this the right road home?
Yes, child, this very path I trod,
The clouds were dark for Me,
The stony path was sharp and hard,
Not sight but faith, could see.
That at the end the sun shines bright,
Forever where there is no night,
And glad hearts rest from earth’s fierce fight.
This IS the right road home.