Pilgrims on a Journey

(we sang this poem in Woman's Chorus this semester)

We are pilgrims on a journey
And companions on the road;
We are here to help each other
Walk the mile and bear the load.

I will hold the Christ-light for you
In the night-time of your fear;
I will hold my hand out to you,
Speak the peace you *long to hear.

I will weep when you are weeping,
When you laugh I'll laugh with you;
I will share your joy and sorrow
'Til we've seen this journey through.

When we sing to God in heaven
We shall find such harmony,
Born of all we've known together
Of Christ's love and agony.

Sister/Brother let me be your servant,
Let me be as Christ to you;
Pray that I may have the grace
To let you be my servant too.
-Richard Gillard

*the original word at this part was want, but we changed it to long
At the sister/brother, we sang sister because it is Woman's Chorus, but both can be applied because the poem applies to both genders.

I'll Go If You Want Me To

You never said it would be easy...
Artist - Ginny Owens

The pathway is broken
And the signs are unclear
And I don't know the reason why You brought me here
But just because You love me the way that You do
I'm gonna walk through the valley
If You want me to

No I'm not who I was
When I took my first step
And I'm clinging to the promise You're not through with me yet
So if all of these trials bring me closer to You
Then I will go through the fire
If You want me to

It may not be the way I would have chosen
When You lead me through a world that's not my home
But You never said it would be easy
You only said I'll never go alone

So when the whole world turns against me
And I'm all by myself
And I can't hear You answer my cries for help
I'll remember the suffering Your love put You through
And I will go through the darkness
If You want me to

When I cross over Jordan, I'm gonna sing, gonna shout
Gonna look into your eyes and see you never let me down
So take me on the pathway that leads me home to you
And I will walk through the valley if you want me to

Yes, I will walk through the valley if you want me to

IF I KNEW

This is a poem someone wrote after their loved one was killed in a plane crash. I can't remember where I got it, but I liked it...

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
That I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd here your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word
So I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare an extra minute,
To stop and say "I LOVE YOU"
Instead of assuming you would know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
So I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
To make up for an oversight,
And we always get a second chance
To make everything just right.

There will always be another day To say "I love you",
And certainly there's another chance to say our "anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong And today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
Young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance,
You get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
Why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes,
You'll surely regret the day
That you didn't take extra time For a smile, a hug, or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone,
What turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today
And whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
And that you'll always hold them dear.

Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank You," or "It's OK"
And if tomorrow never comes, You'll have no regrets about today.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Note: This is Ian's favorite poem of all time.

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

---William Butler Yeats