We sang this on Sunday— a powerful uniting of the old and new, broken and hopeful. Thanks for the words, Charles Tindley, and for the music, Chris Minor. I hope this encourages you as much as it helps me.

Beams of heaven as I go, through this wilderness below, guide my feet in peaceful ways, turn my midnights into days. When in the darkness I would grope, faith always sees a star of hope, and soon from all life's grief and danger I shall be free someday. I shall be free someday.

Often times my sky is clear, joy abounds without a tear; though a day so bright begun, clouds may hide tomorrow's sun. (But) There'll be a day that's always bright, a day that never yields to night, and in its light the streets of glory I shall behold someday. I shall behold someday.

Harder yet may be the fight; right may often yield to might; wickedness a while may reign; Satan's cause may seem to gain. But there’s a God that rules above with hand of power and heart of love; and if I’m right, he'll fight my battle, I shall have peace someday. I shall have peace someday.

Burdens now may crush me down, disappointments all around; troubles speak in mournful sigh, sorrow through a tear-stained eye. (But) There is a world where pleasure reigns, no mourning soul shall roam its plains, and to that land of peace and glory I shall want to go someday. I shall want to go someday. I shall want to go someday.

©2004 Christopher Miner Music.