| Song | Many Times On My Journey |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Many Times On My Journey |
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Many Times On My Journey,
I’ve Stopped Along The Way To Help A Weary Pilgrims Load To Share, To Share
Thou At Times A Cool And A Restful Place Would Bid My Heart To Stay,
But Home Is Where My Heart Belongs, My Father Waits Me There,
And I’m Heading Home.
Heading Home, Heading Home,
Nothing In The World Can Turn Me Round.
Heading Home, Heading Home,
In The Morning, Heading Home When The Sun Comes Down.
So I Say To You, Don’t Hold To Pieces In Your Hand,
Or Broken Dreams That You Have Dreamed Too Long, Too Long.
For The Pieces Are Grains To Build Other Castles In The Sand,
But Put Your Hand In A Pilgrims Hand And Sing A Pilgrims Song.
