Pioneers

I bow my head in reverence,
To all those pioneers.
And let the memory of my mind,
Back to those trying years.

When stalwart souls,
Sought for celestial gains.
And from the hurts of persecutions,
Set out in wagon trains.

To find a haven, blessed,
A blue-dimmed mountain gem.
A place far in the distance,
God had prepared for them.

Where hearts could ease,
And take no more of woe.
Where Zion could be built,
And sweet fulfillment know.

Where hills could sound,
Contentment through the years.
And heal the wounds of hardship,
Borne by those pioneers.


E.P. 1908 - 1989