I’m on my way to the Promised Land,
A land where there is no sinking sand;
A land with glorious marching bands,
A land that never beats the world’s drums.
A land that never sells demonic plums,
A land where there are no stinking slums.
A land where there are no evil politicians,
A land filled with everlasting celebration.
A land flowing with milk and honey,
A land where there is no rush for money.
A land where peace flows like the rivers,
A land rich with abundant gold and silver.
Where I am is not the Promised Land.
Where I am is covered with sinking sand.
Where I am is fearful and shrouded in satanic darkness.
Where I am is infested with satanic sharks.
Where I am is ruled by death,
Where illegal wealth is commonplace.
Where I am is overtaken by multitudes of fools.
Where I am never cherishes the school of wisdom.
Yet I press on with unwavering faith,
For my destination is God’s eternal home.
No darkness can stop my journey,
No evil can turn me back.
My heart is fixed on the Promised Land,
Where righteousness, joy, and everlasting peace reign forever.
