Time is running low, but you'll make it - I know it seems so hard to find your way,
The clouds of emptiness try to surround you, but every day's a new day when you pray.
Every day, every step we take along the way - you might say this is how we get to Heaven.
All the times along the way I stumbled,
All the things I did that made me fall,
Questions in my head of understanding,
Finally I stop to hear God's call.
Every day, every step we take along the way - you might say this is how we get to Heaven,
Stop and pray, then it's not so hard to find our way - you might say this is how we get to Heaven.
Down the road that leads me straight and narrow,
Heaven, help me,
Jesus, lead the way,
Darkness all around me, but I'll make it,
I fall down on my wounded knees and pray.
Every day, every step we take along the way - you might say this is how we get to Heaven,
Stop and pray, then it's not so hard to find our way - you might say this is how we get to Heaven.
