Today, I’m thankful for my husband, my fellow Pilgrim, and ask he does for me, for us, and our church:
Down the road of life—this pilgrim way—we walk
Sometimes it flies by on dark wings filled with speeding change.
Other times it crawls on said knees with no visible motion.
Through these trials, light gleams,
a single bulb, a blazing sun, a candle flame:
And yet, what grace! It would have been enough to give us this faith-based light, but more is kindly given:
See? Kindness, compassion, gifts:
faithful fellow pilgrims—our church body, our families, our spouses.
Oh our spouses, who in all the darkness of intimate sins, plod along at our sides
laughter, long and late nights, routine,
What a gentle sweet communion between two limping pilgrims helping each other
supporting, carrying, cheering,
praying, weeping towards the Celestial City.
What grace the kind Lord gives us in
and the Church.
These our fellow pilgrims, fellow warriors, fellow saints, the children of the Standing Lamb.