Pilgrims Poem by Louise Myers

Pilgrims



Pilgrims just passing through
This place that is known as earth,
A peculiar people in this world we are
Because of our new birth,

Part of all the goings on
Yet truly set apart,
For there is a higher power
That leads and guides our hearts,

The world calls things black when white
But we know the truth within,
Viewing all that is seen and heard
Some clearly known as sin,

Our attenion is not focused
On what we hear and see,
But on the One, Creator of all
Savior, true God, Jesus is He,

Our purpose is not to complain
But tell people what is true,
That our Lord is a loving God,
And wants to be their Lord too,

March on dear Christians
Reach out, touch many hearts,
Reflect the Light of Glory
That draws all to become a part,

Pilgrims just passing through
This place that is known as earth,
A peculiar people in the world we are,
Because of our new birth.


(Kingskid)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duncan Wyllie 14 January 2006

Louise- your poem has much meaning.We seem to spend so much of our lives on distractions and forget what really moves us. We do have something very beautiful to observe in life and yes it is god. When we take down our barriers and face each other heart to heart it hurts us.What a risk.But the risk is worth it.Without this we cannot see each other it is like walking through deep fog at night trying hard to distinquish the shapes of peoples intentions. I think that you have alot of positve expression and your poem has turned yet another nessicery light on.Beautiful simplistic but above all very worthy. Please don't stop writing brilliant! Poems... the world needs them more then it asks.

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