Lord, I'm holding on,
holding on to your hand.
Please, Lord, guide me,
through this troubled land.
Traveled across this land,
nigh on I reckon forty years.
Not once in my lifetime,
has the dust brought tears.
We've found a little water,
but the cattle have great thirst.
Though my canteen is empty,
I let the cattle dive in first.
Lord, the cattle are hungry,
I need one more thing still.
So Lord, let there be grass,
when we top that yonder hill.
Lord, I topped the next hill,
and just on the other side.
Grass was in an abundance,
Lord, you have been my guide.
Lord, I'm holding on,
holding on to your hand.
And Lord, I know some day,
I'll see the promise land.
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