by Paul Gerhardt
A pilgrim and a stranger,
I journey here below;
Far distant is my country,
The home to wich I go.
Here I must travel,
Oft weary and opprest,
But there my God shall lead me
To everlasting rest.
I've met with storms and danger,
Even from my early years,
With enemies and conflicts,
With fightings and with fears.
There's nothing here that tempts me
To wish a longer stay,
So I must hasten forwards,
No halting or delay.
It is a well-worn pathway,-
Many have gone before:
The holy saints and prophets,
The patriarchs of yore.
They trod the toilsome journey
In patience and in faith;
And them I fain would follow,
Like them in life and death!
Who would share Abraham's blessing,
Must Abraham's path pursue,
A stranger and a pilgrim,
Like him, must journey through,
The foes must be encountered,
The dangers must be passed;
Only a faithful soldier
Receives the crown at last.
So I must hasten forwards,-
Thank God, the end will come!
This land of my sojourning
Is not my destined home.
That evermore abideth,
Jerusalem above,
The everlasting city,
The land of light and love.
There still my thoughts are dwelling,
'Tis there I long to be!
Come,Lord, and call Thy servant
To blessedness with Thee!
Come, bid my toils be ended,
Let all my wanderings cease;
Call from the wayside lodging,
To the sweet home of peace!
There I shall dwell forever,
No more a stranger guest,
With all Thy blood-bought children
In everlasting rest.
The pilgrim toils forgotten,
The pilgrim conflicts o'er,
All earthly griefs behind us,
Eternal joys before!
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I love that poem.
It reminds us not be caught up in the earthly things because our eternal life is forever in our home with the Lord. We go through so much pain and sorrow in this world,and soon it will all be gone.
We must journey forward and be a good soldier of faith for Christ.
"A Living Prayer"
In this world I walk alone with no place to call my home
But there's One who holds my hand
The rugged road through barren lands
The way is dark, the road is steep
But He's become my eyes to see
The strength to climb, my griefs to bear
This Savior lives inside me there
In Your love I find release
A haven from my unbelief
Take my life and let me be
A living prayer my God to thee
In these trials of life I find
Another Voice inside my mind
He comforts me and bids me live
Inside the love the Father gives
In your love I find release
A haven from my unbelief
Take my life and let me be
A living prayer my God to thee
take my life and let me be
A living prayer my God to thee.
But there's One who holds my hand
The rugged road through barren lands
The way is dark, the road is steep
But He's become my eyes to see
The strength to climb, my griefs to bear
This Savior lives inside me there
In Your love I find release
A haven from my unbelief
Take my life and let me be
A living prayer my God to thee
In these trials of life I find
Another Voice inside my mind
He comforts me and bids me live
Inside the love the Father gives
In your love I find release
A haven from my unbelief
Take my life and let me be
A living prayer my God to thee
take my life and let me be
A living prayer my God to thee.
A song by Alison Krauss and Union Station.
thanks so much for the follow! :]
ReplyDeleteYour Welcome Jessica! Did you like this blog post? I will read one of yours I will comment.:)
Delete"You therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus... You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ." (2 Timothy 2:1,3)
ReplyDeleteI like this poem a lot too Hannah! It's very, well, poetic, and makes a very wonderful point.
I'm gonna admit something, though. Your font can get a little tiresome to read after a while. Maybe it's just too tiny. :/