by B-Miles Jackson
Joy, laughter fills the air,
Can't stop singing.
The sorrow of others they bear,
A highway and a road will be there.
Up right, young and old - future bright,
Moving to life's requirements,
Following the road to enlightenment.
Work from dawn to dust;
Never changing, helping others,
Freely giving a must.
A highway shall be there and a way,
The ransomed shall return by that road.
The redeemed shall walk,
That road that leads to the highway.
Last updated April 22, 2015