The way to my Father's house when I was just a boy
Lay through fields of innocence
Near bubbling springs of joy
And when I'd lay me down to sleep
I'd pray the Lord my soul to keep
The road was never very steep
On the way to my Father's house

The way to my Father's house when I turned seventeen
Wandered through inviting hills
Beside a tumbling stream
Sometimes in prayer upon my knees
I would feel a distant breeze
The road was winding now through trees
On the way to my Father's house

The way to my Father's house at the age of twenty-nine
Led over a mountain that
I would seldom climb
Except in times of great despair
When I'd be looking everywhere
And then one morning He was there
On the way to my Father's house

Glory! What a refreshing story
I was so blind before He
Opened my eyes restoring me to

The way to my Father's house at the age of thirty-one
Was a ride on a rainbow;
My new life had begun
And every evening I could look
Through the pages of His book
And recognize the paths I took
On the way, on the way ...

I go to my Father's house in these troubled days
The Spirit is moving in
Mysterious ways
Reminded when old doubts appear
That perfect love casts out all fear
In thanks, I tend the garden here
On the way, on the way...
On the way to my Father's house