Written by George Leon Pike, Sr.
Copyright © 1977 by Betty M. Pike
1. I’m a pris’ner of heartaches and sorrows,
And there’s nothing but trouble for me,
But I’m searching for a brighter tomorrow,
In a land where I know I’ll be free.
2. Here I long for the springtime of heaven,
And the beauty that I’ve heard about,
Where the flowers and fragrance of glory,
Everlastingly never fade out.
Soon I’ll take my journey, to never return,
To this valley with its tears of despair,
On the hilltops of glory, some day I shall stand,
In freedom and answer to prayer.