~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Romans 8:18 NIV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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THERE'LL BE A PAYDAY
by Belinda Johnson
Down here my steps grow weary,
And the road gets rough and long;
Sometimes I think I'm all alone,
Yet I'll still carry on;
For a brighter day is coming,
And it thrills my heart to know;
There'll be a payday at the end of the road.
There'll be a payday at the end of life's road,
When I stroll down the streets of pure gold;
I'll have a crown to wear beyond compare,
Put on a long white robe;
I'll find my payday at the end of the road.
Some folks are planning futures,
As they search for earthly gain;
They're busy building hopes and dreams,
But it all will be in vain;
So I'm laying up my treasure,
And I'm working my way home;
Where there's a payday at the end of the road.
There'll be a payday at the end of life's road,
When I stroll down the streets of pure gold;
I'll have a crown to wear beyond compare,
Put on a long white robe;
I'll find my payday at the end of the road.
I'll have a crown to wear beyond compare,
Put on a long white robe;
I'll find my payday at the end of the road.