Sometimes when I feel pretty good
I want to get outside like I should
soaking in the warm sunshine
uplifts this flesh like fine wine

Naw, I'm not into wine
can't stand the nasty stuff
but I dream of pain free days so fine
but stuck here seeming in the muck

But I have a blessed hope
which helps me not to mope
even though the pain is hard to bear
at my flesh it so often tears

But when I think of that blessed hope
when one day the pain will diminish
when I descend deaths' slope
my troubles here will all be finished

My carriage may be getting weaker
but my hope is getting stronger
can't wait to meet the grim reaper
my eyes see what's over yonder

Lord I pray for strength not to squander
as lifes' shadows each day grow longer
help me bring a brighter day
to others along the way

Yeah, I have a few broken spokes
and a crick and screaker here and there
I'm much better off than a lot of other folks
who have not this blessed hope of going where

His splendor, His Love, His Grace and city
is beyond compare
No human words can describe
what is waiting over there

My eyes are getting dimmer
but heaven is getting brighter
Yeah, my undercarriage may be getting weaker
but my hope is growing so much stronger