There’s a land so near.
It reaches me here.
It has no borders,
No creeds or colours.
All are welcome.
All want to stay.
All who are with them,
Find their way.
Many have tried,
To follow alone.
Many have died,
While others have grown.
But the road they traveled,
The straight and narrow route,
Was the only way,
To produce good fruit.
It reaches me here.
It has no borders,
No creeds or colours.
All are welcome.
All want to stay.
All who are with them,
Find their way.
Many have tried,
To follow alone.
Many have died,
While others have grown.
But the road they traveled,
The straight and narrow route,
Was the only way,
To produce good fruit.