In life I've traveled highways br built by the hand of man br but always fell and stumbled br again and yet again br br The lanes and sidewalks narrowed br as I paid time it's toll br until I reached a detour br around a gaping hole br br I always had been cautious br obeying every sign br but now my gaze turned upward br I'd reached the finish line br br And then I saw a highway br appearing from above br and saw the Master reaching br his hand to me with love br br Today I travel gently br on paths that do not bend br well-worn by friends of Jesus br again and yet again.