A Pilgrim Song

So deep the dust, so thick the fog,
So dark the day and long,
But somewhere on the pilgrim’s way
My heart has heard a song;
A song of hope and happiness
For through the mists I see,
The way I tread
Is but a thread
In God’s tapestry.

Above the dust and past the fog,
Beyond the world we see,
The single threads are woven
Safe within the tapestry;
And some are gold & some are grey
But everyone is blest,
Enough to weave
And just believe
The Master-mind knows best.

So through the dust, amid the fog,
However long the day,
With smiting eyes I’ll follow on
Nor doubt it is the way;
Content to know I have a part
In God’s eternal plan
That He designed—
That Master-mind—
And left the threads to man.

-Molly Whitford Anderson, submitted by Rebecca Newton

“God never works only for today. His plan runs on and on. The web is from everlasting to everlasting—and if I can fill a part of that web, be it ever so insignificant, it will abide forever. And this is one of the most comforting thoughts to us—while on earth we may do something for eternity.”

-Bishop Simpson, submitted by Rebecca Newton