lead me on

amy grant

shoulder to the wheel

for someone else's selfish gain

here there is no choosing

working the clay

wearing their anger like a ball and chain

fire in the field

underneath the blazing sun

but soon the sun was faded

and freedom was a song

i heard them singing when the day was done

singing to the holy one

lead me on

lead me on

to a place where the river runs

into your keeping

oh

lead me on

lead me on

the awaited deliverance

comforts the seeking.lead on

waiting for the train

labelled with a golden star

heavy hearted boarding

whispers in the dark

where are they going-is it very far?"