A poem meditating on the Pilgrim’s Progress:
Alone with God, none but thee
I journey on my way
Safely in thy hand, more safe
Than if a herd of bulls around me stand.
Thou are so near, what need I fear?
Night or day, the Father is here
Heavenly Kingdom is my salvation.
Wherever I speak, life is there
Whatever I say, he is sense
My lips bloom like cherries
Wisdom carries me on merrily.
Filling my lungs for everyone
Despair flees from those in need
Whose hearts in love rejoice, the living Christ.
Traversing mountains and valleys,
Long and wild, steep and wet
Mary, fair Virgin, light and upright
Hold me on this Pilgrim journey.