Pilgrim of Praise

I'm a foreigner in a strange land, journeying to Zion's gates where my Redeemer reigns. The glory of His Majesty is beyond comprehension. He was, He is, and He is to come. Tempted on all sides, I'm still drawn home by His powerful love. Walking beside my accuser's whispers all day, his accusations fall flat because the Lamb has triumphed. The road is long and narrow, but His love and grace keep me going. I've been given victory, enduring every struggle because my reward is ahead where I'll find rest and peace. Praise Him, feet, today you walk in exhaustion but tomorrow you'll dance in victory. Praise Him, eyes, today you shed tears of sorrow but soon they'll turn to tears of joy.