Glory, Glory Clear The Road - Old Friends Quartet
Gaither Gospel Series
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Glory, glory clear the road
I'm tired of totin' this heavy load
Oh, Saint Peter, I'm a-runnin' late
Can't you get that key and unlock the gate?
Once I heard a preacher man
Preachin' 'bout that promised land
How it flowed with sparkling wine
Luscious fruit hung on the vine
Not a worry, not a care
All is peace and no despair
From that day I had aspired
To reach that land that's so desired
Glory, glory clear the road
I'm tired of totin' this heavy load
Oh, Saint Peter, I'm a-runnin' late
Can't you get that key and unlock the gate?
Then he preached about that place
That's reserved for fallen race
And damnation for the stray
That would fall along the way
There the devil is a waitin'
By a mighty lake of fire
All the rest you know so well
Only flames they call it hell
Glory, glory clear the road
I'm tired of totin' this heavy load
Oh, Saint Peter, I'm a-runnin' late
Can't you get that key and unlock the gate?
Gonna preach now (oh yeah)
Gonna tell you how (oh yeah)
How you can get up there (oh yeah)
And you can reach that city so bright and fair
You gotta live right (oh yeah)
Gotta pray each night (oh yeah)
Down on your bended knees (oh yeah)
You gotta trust in God and He will set you free
Up in the good land (oh yeah)
Where all the righteous stand (oh yeah)
I'm gonna see His face (oh yeah)
He's gonna say, "My child you've run the race"
In His own grace (oh yeah)
It's beyond compare (oh yeah)
You'll never know a care (oh yeah)
Upon golden streets so bright and fair
Then you'll be shouting
Glory, glory, glory, clear the road