The Highway

This world is just a highway

To our mansion in the sky;

The road is straight and narrow,

Ending at Heaven up on High.

At times the road is hard to see,

Fog obscures the view;

But then the sun shines again,

And the sky turns to blue.

Sometimes the road is washed away,

And we see a detour is in place;

A safe road around the danger,

That we weren't prepared to face.

Signs are here to guide us,

Yield, Stop and Go;

We must faithfully study the "Map",

So the Right way we will know.

There are stops along the highway,

Places to pull off and rest awhile;

Here we meet fellow travelers,

That can cheer and bring a smile.

At times the journey gets lonely,

And the trip tires us so;

But we must not stop and settle,

There's nothing here below.

One day the journey will be over,

The road will come to an end;

And we will spend forever,

With our Savior, Guide and Friend.