I'm comin' Lord, for my heavenly reward I'm comin' home to you, can you see me comin' thru Thru clouds of persecution, and stumblin' on my way I 'spect I'm only makin', 'bout a half a mile a day The road to heaven doesn't have a rapid transit plan, It's one way with no changes heading to the promised land But I believe that if I'll heed the things He had to say, Even I might get to heaven at a half a mile a day Lord, when I let you lead, I never make much speed "Cause I have to stop and touch, the ones who need so much Then sometimes others pull me, off of Your narrow way And by my mistakes, I barely make, a half a mile a day The road to heaven doesn't have a rapid transit plan, It's one way with no changes heading to the promised land But I believe that if I'll heed the things He had to say, Even I might get to heaven at a half a mile a day