FAWM 2019 #9: Hand to the Plow

Jumps off from Luke 9:62.

Lyrics

I've set my hand to the plow,
My feet are on the path
To what's ahead of me now --
No looking back, don't wanna look back.
My hand is to the plow. Never look back.

I hear my mother call out my name.
My sister and my brother beg me to stay.
Those ties they bind me, but what can I do?
I'll cut those bonds, I'll carry on,
See my way through.

(repeat chorus)

My bones are weary, and my heart is sore.
Another day draws to a close.
These pains and sorrows, they're the price I'll pay,
To follow this road, wherever it goes,
Come what may.

(repeat chorus, tag).

© 2019 Tres Seaver