Im thinking about leaving the hard road, Ive fallen behind on the hard road My heels are dragging and theres dust in my eyes and I cant stand straight on the hard road I dont know why I feel this way, I guess its just part of learning I need someone to stand up in front to show me where Im going Im tiered of tripping over myself instead of running to somebody else I cry out like the psalmist of old Why does the heathen seem to prosper the more? Lord help me lift my head to the sky to see Heaven in all of her glory Now I can run with my arms open wide ready for telling your story Youve gone to prepare a place somewhere beyond time and space So why should I sit here and moan? I should be serving till youve taken me home Lord help me lift.