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We Travel Light

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We travel light

We travel light
We travel on the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

We travel light
We travel in the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

We travel with the light
Temptations cast aside
Once – weary souls
Free – His sons.

We travel unbound
Wearers of His robes
A crown of thorns
For us - He won the throne.

We travel light
We travel on the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

We travel light
We travel in the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

Jerusalema – beautiful, wondrous
Sparkles – the gold; Heavenly – the choir
A city to behold; meadows, calm - the springs
When I touched His hem – there is my place.

We travel light
We travel on the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

We travel light
We travel in the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

Bye-bye afflictions; My sorrows - washed away
My body impure, to a soul that shines
Worldly longings forgotten; in their place is Love
A Love for all that’s good; a Love steadfast.

We travel light
We travel on the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

We travel light
We travel in the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

Our names are forgotten; Names cursed of sin
In His light, baptised – worthy of His Grace
Hallelujah, Hosanna – His name, we shout
Forever and ever – we bask in His Glory.

We travel light
We travel on the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

We travel light
We travel in the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

La la laa la la la
La la laa la la
La la laa la la la
La la laa la la.
La la laa la la la
La la laa la la
La la laa la la
La la laa la la.

We travel light
We travel on the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.

We travel light
We travel in the light
Our sins, He has shed
Precious Lord, our King.X2

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