My Promised Land

God makes you a promise and to get to it you have to be processed.

Driven by words of encouragement
My mind is in overdrive
I'm staying in my lane I must not drive outside
The lanes have curves
some big, some small
Out of no where Look out a wall
Now I'm back on coarse
The finish line I finally see
Now that I am close I see a roadblock ahead of me
I changed my gears, I've sped up
I'm controlling this ride
Once I get over this hurdle this baby will glide
straight into the promise that i was told to go do
on the other side of the finish waits the town
welcome to