“Pioneers By Faith”

“Pioneers By Faith”



Seeing the pale moon rising

pink the sunset in the distance,

pioneers of old a memory in my mind

Dad and mom with a teenager on the trail,

difficult from east to west in the setting sun

the vision strange for me color blind in my eye.

The other one squinting there, in the distance

Dean the pastor marrying couples in the field,

praying for mercy our difficulties day by day

wrapped in canvas sheets cold in the rain,

seeing the tornadoes at the speed of light

covering God’s holy ground in darkness.

Softly Mom lay on her pillow that day

as Dad passed away old and grey,

a stroke led him to a portal gate

reminding me of his great faith,

marrying Mom who loved him

under the stars for a church,

singing their favorite hymn.

“What a friend we have in Jesus

our pain and sorrows washed away,

the new day dawning bright in the sun

shining a door open for sins forgiven.”

“Mom! Please don’t cry again today?

Dad is waiting at heavens gate

with the angels to guide you,

welcoming you with a harp

playing a song of praise.

“Mom! Can you hear me,

why are you so pale tonight?”

“No my son, my time has come,

you must continue with the journey;

your life will be blessed in our memory,

we are the pioneers glorifying our Lord.”