Pilgrams

 

 

Pilgrims

 

The Pilgrims made it so can we,

How did they swell in misery,

Across through wild and wily sea,

With one pure hope in living free.

 

The Pilgrims surveyed field and marsh,

Embattled on with winters harsh,

Diseased and fevered to the core,

As many traveled through death’s door.

 

The Pilgrims scarce could know their fate,

What dangers round each corner wait,

They tilled and sowed in temperate clime.

And, finally blessed at harvest time.

 

On Plymouth Rock this stalwart band,

On solid rock of faith they’d stand,

It was this faith which held them sure,

Through every trial they would endure.

 

Like pilgrims we must carry on,

Trust God whom we rely upon,

Trust God whom we alone pursue,

Trust God alone to see us through!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 18, 2020