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.

 

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