The Final City

Every day is a pressing struggle, but in the end, something precious and beautiful awaits.

Before me stands a wind,

Against me, it's winds blow me back,

Every step forward is a fight,

To fall back, I'd rather die

The farther I push forward,

The harder these winds blow,

The progress that I have made,

Is a triumph I will never trade

I can see the end of my journey,

It stands in the distance clear,

The city shines as bright as the sun,

With a king so perfect with his son

Still I am pressing forward,

And every step I take I fight,

But I now know my path is true,

And that one day I will finally see you