Side Of The Road

There are people who would rather live in mansions
People who would rather live abroad
People who would trade God’s promise
For the glories to hold.

There are people who would rather live in splendor
And brag about their silver and their gold
But I’d rather have a little log cabin
By the side of the road.

   I’d rather live by the side of the road
   And try to point souls to the best abode
   Than to be a king or a millionaire
   And live in mansions in bright array.

I’d rather do a neighborly deed
For a traveler here or a friend in need
I’d rather live by the side of the road
And help some pilgrim along life’s way.
Well I’d rather have a cabin by the roadside

With a pilgrimage of men just passing by
Help to point some soul to Jesus
In that city On High.
Every day I want to help to scatter roses
Every night I want the lamp to shine abroad
With a welcome from the little bay window
By the side of the road.