We are traveling on with our staff in hand... We are pilgrims bound for the heavenly land.

We are traveling on with our staff in hand... We are pilgrims bound for the heavenly land.

Redeemed how I love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed thru His infinite mercy His child and forever I am.

Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?

If I had a choice, I would still choose to remain blind...for when I die, the first face I will ever see will be the face of my blessed Saviour.

Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.