Journeyings

MARGUERITE DYER PRIESMEYER

A Child, with father hand in hand,

I journeyed toward the dear home land;

In forests green and meadows sweet

Bloomed scented flowers at our feet.

No fear of danger held me back,

My father knew the homeward track;

I only knew the lively joy,

When gaily, just a care-free boy,
Across the land

I walked with father, hand in hand,

A man, my goal the promised land,

I yearn to touch the Father's hand;

To journey with Him all the way,

In simple trust His word obey;

To know my homeward path secure,

With joy my daily cross endure;

Self-love and pride of will to break,

Till in His likeness I awake
And understand—

My hand clasped in the Father's hand.

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