The Pilgrimage

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THE PILGRIMAGE

Thirty-four searching souls set out,

Seeking the Word of the Lord.

There is life in the Word, hear the preacher shout,

There is life that all can afford.

 

Thirty-four units combine as one,

Though many an age and creed.

Thirty-four cells of the Saviour Son,

Bound by His Words and His Deed.

 

Thirty-four lives of joy and pain,

Of sorrow and fear and hope;

Hearing of victories each can gain,

Once they reach the end of their rope.

 

At the end of the rope we must let go,

To fall into the arms of God;

And let His Spirit our pathways show,

As He guides with His staff and His rod.

 

As we listen to one who has much to share,

Who has lived a life with much woe,

We find the solution for all our care,

As she points the Way to go.

 

And each is touched in a special way,

Though all have different needs.

We know that each will see someday,

The fruit of these planted seeds.

 

And the bonds that are made on this trip away,

Are foundation stones that are laid.

Relations restored and friendships made,

Which will last ‘till judgement day.

 

© 29-31/10/97