I was just four, my grandmother's place
I knelt by her sofa and started this race
And now I've been running for such a long while
I've kind of lost track of the miles
Sometimes I press on, sometimes I look back
Sometimes I just lay in the road on my back
When I've got to get up and I don't know how
I hear in the distance the roar of a crowd
It's the great cloud of witnesses
Cheering me on each step that I go
It's the great cloud of witnesses
They say the finish is worth every inch of the road
Moses is there, up in his seat
With my Grandad Wilfred, my Nana Bernice
There's Abraham, Isaac and my buddy Rich
And I think they're shouting "don't quit"
So if you are tired, and your back is sore
If you're not so sure you can run anymore
Then just take a moment and listen real close
Do you hear a sound like a heavenly host?
It's the great cloud of witnesses
Cheering us on each step that we go
It's the great cloud of witnesses
They say the finish is worth every inch of the road
It's friends and relations and each generation of saints who believed
And received The Prize
They have looked into His eyes
