Zion

My soul is so weary
And my heart, it’s ached for years
How much longer must I travel
Along this trail of tears?
But my trail leads to Zion
And for this I must press on
A follower of my Savior,
A representative of The Son

How I want to be like that man
Who gave all His saving grace
When they look into my eyes
I want them to see His face!
I must be all that embodies goodness
For I have taken upon His name

And so I must press on
With a hope that burns aflame
And if my journey should be so quick to end
Before He comes again
My soul will fly with never ending joy,
For I will die with my face towards Zion