I Am a Pilgrim

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worrisome land
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worrisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city
Good Lord
And it's not
Not made by hand
I have a mother a sister and a brother
Who have gone to that we houl
I am determined to go
And see them good Lord
Over on that golden shore
I'm going down to the river Jordan
Just to be my weary soul
If I can just touch but the hem of
His garment good Lord
I'm beliving
If made me whole