An Elderly Pilgrim's Thoughts & Prayers

Dear friends we are traveling through strange and difficult times, and no matter what our age it's easy to become discouraged, and  these poems were written at times when the author now aged 84, was really finding life really tough, but God's children cannot remain despondent for long, because His mercies are new every morning, great is His faithfulness  Lamentations 3:22-23  

       "The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge"

    Psalm 46:11

    You will be blessed and encouraged by this beautiful song, do share it with others.

      

                         An Elderly Pilgrim’s Prayer

                                                “Dear Lord I’m tired and weary,

                                                Passing through trials and distress.

                                               A very weak and fainting pilgrim

                                              Trudging through earth’s wilderness

                                                Yet in the distance growing brighter

                                              By faith, my eyes can clearly see

                                             A glimpse of Heaven, my homeland

                                                 Where by Thy grace I soon shall be.

                                                 There my Saviour will receive me

                                                When these traveling days are done.

                                                Jesus Who always loves and keeps me,

                                               My heart’s true joy, my shining sun.

                                               May I be at all times steadfast,

                                               And these my autumn days be blessed

                                               With faithfulness in Christian witness

                                                Crowned with abundant fruitfulness"

                                              I must never be discouraged

                                                 For Thy Word daily speaks to me,

                                                Do not fear, what e’er befalls thee

                                                 As thy days thy strength shall be”

                                                  "I will not leave thee nor forsake thee"

                                                 What words of comfort sweet,

                                             Jesus will uphold and quide me.

                                              Soon I'll worship at His feet.

                                                   S Hirst  

                                                     

“And even to your old age I am he, and even to hoar hairs 

will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear; 

even I will carry, and will  deliver you.”

Isaiah 46:4

"as thy days, so shall they strength be"

Deut.33:25

 "Be strong and of a good courage...

 for the Lord thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; 

he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.

Deuteronomy 31:6

 

Anticipation

Life in this dark weary world is not easy

I long for the end of it’s trials,

All around me sadness and trouble

As I travel the long weary miles.

Yet joyful am I and so happy

As I think of Christ’s glory and grace.

By faith with great joy looking upward

For a glimpse of His dear shining face.

In His hands and His feet see the

Nail marks inflicted on Calvary’s tree,

Where the dear Lamb of God suffered

To save lost guilty sinners like me.

No wonder I’m homesick for heaven,

And the home He’s preparing for me,

Where there’ll be no more separation,

But forever, together we’ll be.

S Hirst

”absent from the body...present with the Lord”

2 Corinthians 5:8

"Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, 

and afterward receive me to glory"

Psalm 73:24

“As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness:

 I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.” 

Psalm 17:15

The Web

 

The Web

Into a disused spider’s web

There flew a little bee,

And sadly could not manage

From this trap itself to free!

Increasingly it struggled,

But the tangles tighter grew

Till wound up in the cobweb

There was nothing it could do!

Just then a lady passing by

Saw the plight of the captured bee,

And at once determined

To try and set it free.

She knew she must be careful

For the insect was so small,

Spider’s webs are very strong,

No easy task at all.

She held her finger by the insect

As she pulled the web away

Strand by strand, ‘till all was gone

Without too much delay.

Still to that finger clung the bee

For all its strength was gone

And the human finger offered

Firm support to rest upon.

Thus it was quickly carried

To some lovely garden flowers

Where it could rest, feed and recover

Throughout the coming hours.

Here ends this little story,

And I’m very pleased to say

The lady found next morning

That the bee had flown away!

She said “Now this reminds me of

What happened once to me,

When I was a sinner lost,

And Jesus set me free!

He came to lose the captives,

Paid their debt at Calvary

How I love my precious Saviour

Whose blood has ransomed me!”

S.Hirst

“The Spirit of the LORD is upon Me, 

Because He has anointed Me 

To preach the gospel to the poor; 

He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,

 To proclaim liberty to the captives 

And recovery of sight to the blind, 

To set at liberty those who are oppressed"

Luke 4:18