Who Would True Valor See

Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.

Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
He’ll with a giant fight,
He will have a right
To be a pilgrim.

Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit,
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He’ll fear not what men say,
He’ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.

Who Would True Valor See by John Bunyan

The Clown Fish

No one else can take a joke
Better than this friend.
Though a real clown he is not,
With him laughter never ends.

A Fish that knows the oceans,
Much knowledge gained from cyber-seas.
With a “I’m feeling lucky”,
He conquers the net with ease.

No longer just in stripes and checks,
He looks better with each passing day,
“Much more handsome he has become”,
This I often hear people say.

A man who goes out of his way,
To bless those he oversee.
Allowing God to challenge and mould him,
A mighty fine man he will be.

The Clown Fish by Pilgrim

The Rabbit

What do you see when you look at this Rabbit?
Is it her sincere eyes that are brightly lit?
With a sincere heart too she blesses her friends,
Wonderful cards come out of her hands.

Or how about her two long ears?
Whatever you share she will gladly hear.
Always able to see our Lord’s way,
“Praise the Lord!” she will often say.

Covered with soft fur as white as snow,
Gentleness and purity this lady shows.
Our Lord’s Words she would tightly hold,
In God’s eyes she is more precious than gold.

So what do you see when you look at this Rabbit?
Do you see that size does not limit?
Or that happiness comes from a simple plan…
Just follow Him and hold His hand.

The Rabbit by Pilgrim

A New Year, A New Season

In the blink of an eye, we are already into the third day of the new year. How time flies! There are so many things waiting to be done, even more that I want to do, and some that I owe, hee. Well, no matter what, time and tide waits for no man. No point lamenting, no point complaining, just have to keep going forward.

In His strength...
Pilgrim will keep on walking

The Trinitarian

Pilgrim on a journey, the One he seeks to find,

Is He in ancient stories, yet appears through all times.

With the bible in one hand, he starts across the land,

Yet as he reads the Word, he knows he must form a band.

Thus Pilgrim asks and prays, to his Lord his requests lay,

Without any delay, the Lord brought him to this place,

Where pilgrims come together, all to seek His face,

With patience with each other, showing our Lord's grace.

In groups they meet often, much like those ancient days,

With support and encouragement, much fun, food and play.

When it is time for war, these people rise and soar,

Without any restraints, these people pour and pour.

To walk in this journey, with men and women such,

Pilgrim gives thanks endless, to He who blessed him much.

No longer just a loner, but to Trinity's tribe he belongs,

Now a Trinitarian on a journey, swift merry feet hurries him along.

The Trinitarian by Pilgrim

In His Hands

Gifts for exchange, goods for exchange,
Everyone can come, no matter what age,
Nothing is too cheap, and nothing too dear,
There is only one fear - you do not believe what you hear.

"A broken toy is all I have", a little boy laments,
"I broke it with my clumsy hands but I have since repent."
"Give it to me my dear child and go put on a smile,
I can make it new again, just have to wait awhile."

"A worn out shoe is all I have", says a teenage girl in tears,
"I danced and practiced all day long to fit in with my peers."
"Give it to me my dear child and rest your heart and feet,
You are precious and special, these words you must first keep."

"A failed business plan is all I have", a young man interjects,
"I wanted to make a million but now I am in debt."
"Would you trust me and believe me to take a step a time?
Not jump at every opportune just to make one more dime?"

Can we be like that little child with those clumsy hands,
When he knew that he is wrong he will soon repent.
Or are we like the teenage girl, whose eyes were on the shoe?
Unless she first keeps those words new shoes will wear out soon.

Or are we like the young man who had a business plan?
Even with a million, the chasing will never end.
Can we put everything, all in our Lord's hands,
Hear Him and obey Him, not follow what the world demands.

In His Hands by Pilgrim

The Zebra

When I think of stripes and dimples,
Or a man without any pimples,
Zebra comes to my mind immediate,
A handsome man who is a little quiet.

Curious he is when in a conversation,
Many questions he asks to get clarification.
Playful he is and jokes he freely shares,
Helpful he is and this is how he cares.

Blessed with an analytical mind,
To think and ponder – he is the kind.
Perhaps like stripes white and black,
There is no gray in his mental sack.

Black or white, Hot or cold,
Choose only one, we are told.
Not the dark but into light,
Zebra to Pegasus, from ground to flight.

The Zebra by Pilgrim