My ocean to cross -
My wilderness to face -
My plot of earth unyielding -
The enemy wields his weapon and waits,
The heavy toll my long cold winter takes.
But I struck down roots
In the measureless snow -
I survived the foe and the famine -
A fortress of faith was my inner defense -
I held up my soul to probe and examine.
How else defy the odds against
Unless I clung to my Rock in 'Plymouth'
And put my trust in Providence!
Monday, August 10, 2009
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