THE POOR WAYFARING STRANGER Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter

[Glossolalia]

[Verse 1]
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There is no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright world to which I go

[Chorus]
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home

[Verse 2]
I know dark clouds will gather o'er me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall meet

[Chorus]
I'm a-going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home