A Pilgrims hope

[Pilgrimshope]

Act 1

“a pilgrim is born “


Born in the fourties to mother and dad

then brothers and sister a family he had.

thier money was little and all they worked hard

in fields full of cotton and plows in the yard

the times were so simple but fingers they bled

those hymns she was singing still soothing his head

the laughter was often , the Bible was there

when daddy would read it “ it’s truth !” He would sware

if all were this simple his story would end

but pilgrims need travels, to follow
The wind

soon Will come written the next lyrics down

of distant long travels and trials he found

they will be the lyrics , the words to his song

this great headed pilgrim who’s journeys been long

Who’s legs have grown weary , and hands have turned old

with a mind that yet works well and heart that is bold

act two , coming someday soon

 

[Pilgrimshope]

And as he grew foolish , and looked far away

though mother and daddy had asked him to stay

It called to his longing and called to his pain

this shore “cross the ocean , with guns in the rain

righteous they called it , defend those at home

yet death and destruction wherever theyd roam

then one day his exit , when all was left done

the jungles left silent as if there were none

he hadnt found home yet so far left away

and so he came back to a gift and parade

His brothers had scattered his parents looked old

he sought to find comfort and warmth in the cold

a life he was living yet empty was he

But scars left upon him from “cross the wide sea

his memories haunting, his innocence lost

his vision of righteous did not know the cost

This pilgrim seemed lost now but soon he was found

For soon he would hear it, that glorious sound

but now he is thinking we all should take heart

Yes , even as troubles have kept us apart

Remember when walking along the worn road

we’re all moving into , the fathers abode

before this songs finished , he’s left a thought here

the savior who’s far off , to you he is near

We all have been different we all sing our song

just pilgrims who journey and follow along

some are just starting and some are near end

remember the righteous , and all still have sinned

act 3 to come sometime in the future

 

[Pilgrimshope]

This sojourners story was winding along

in thinking he thought he could make himself strong

secretly searching and hoping for life

he thought to have children a family and wife

And Once he would marry but things did not go

as Hope had foresaw it , or wishes could know

one day the news somber had come right along

the melody saddened , those words they seemed wrong

They say “ life in this world , is fluid , and goes ,

Away till tomorrows , with coffin and rose “

These Moments had caused him to crumble to knees

Discerning no wisdom in sorrowful pleas

the whys and the should be’s , “my plans they were right !”

The Love and the feelings , the reasons we fight


Explaining to the shepherd which way we should go

a sheep without reason , and pride did he know

and so came the night time and so came the dark

the times he was failing no fire no spark

the traveler fallen , could not move along

his heart was left broken , his voice without song

Then Suddenly echoes from childhoods days

remembering daddy and all Of his ways

Hearing hymns about Jesus in mothers sweet voice

the word was his reference , the word was his choice

he spoke of How Gods love is deep and so wide

so high that it reaches to heaven above

so long that it covers life , even a dove

direction he needed direction he’d found

he’s heard and remembered that glorious sound

act 4 possibly 🙂