Man was made to journey,
to a destination beyond our reach;
it’s a journey of adventure,
something greater we must seek.
The journey is our mission,
it’s given by the King
who promised to go with us
down the path our journey brings.
Man’s journey started in a garden
and ends in one as well,
we each travel the continuum
on the trail we each must dwell.
We’re constantly sailing for it
though grasp it we cannot;
seems the closer we sail to it,
the farther away is the yacht.
Our destiny’s linked to the journey
and if we stop along the way
our hearts grow cold and restless
because we’ve disobeyed;
cause our journey is our purpose,
it’s a load but blessing still,
and walking it with Jesus
is our joy, our hearts are filled.
The destinations not important,
it’s who we’re traveling with,
some you know and some you’d like to,
wisdom’s choosing from the mix.
At the ends another journey,
this one on streets of gold,
for you see we’re made to journey,
into eternity we each must go.