From the recording The Hand That Leads Me Home

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Lyrics

One frosty morning
I stood in the stubble of corn
From a harvest now gone
A chorus numbering thousands over my head, mmmhmmm
The patterns of geese formed an argyle blanket
Drawn to the southern sky
I stood there and tried to imagine just what they said

They said, “Fix your eyes on the one before you
And stay the course home!”

And sometimes I wonder,
I think and I ponder
Just how do they stay on their course?
And how do they fly to a place they’ve never seen? Oh no.
And why does our God make our lives like a journey?
And how will we know the way?
And what if we never can make it all the way home?

Fix your eyes on the One before you
And stay the course!
And run the race!
And keep the faith!
Don’t lose your way!

And if I close my eyes
I can almost hear voices
Cheering and spurring me on
The prophets and Peter and John and others the same, oh yea,
So I’ll drop the encumbrances, and lay them aside
And I’ll take my place in the line
And I’m setting my compass on Jesus who’s calling my name

Fix your eyes on the One before you
And stay the course
You’ve got to stay the course
Never give up and just stay the course home

One frosty morning
I stood in the stubble of corn
From a harvest now gone
A chorus numbering thousands over my head