The Thoughts of a Pilgrim

He thinks of himself,
Will he get to the finish line,
To the home, sweet Beulah land
That which he often dreams of
As his thoughts build the castles
Through the pearly gates
Its walls decked with jewels
Those castles he has never seen
Still, he gets off his thoughts
And ponders upon the glories unseen

The master said,
He goes to prepare a place for us
And the pilgrim groans along the path
The path seldomly trodden
His weary footsteps,
The tracings, those of his own blood
Still, he moves
And ponders upon the glories unseen

As he journeys along
Friends gazed upon him
With their jeer, 
He appears to lose hope
But Hope the blessed Hope,
Buoys his spirit up
I see him struggle up the hill
The rocky mountains
Piercing through his flesh
Still,
The pilgrim survives the reproach
The pilgrim survives the agony
He survives the scoffers
The pilgrim along the journey
Though discouraged, not disheartened
Even so,
Still, he ponders upon the glories unseen

I ask myself, 
Am I a pilgrim?
Are you a pilgrim?
What’s your noble course?
Does Hope buoy your spirit up?
Are you the scoffer?
Are you the agonizer?
Do you constantly dishearten his heart?
What’s your course in this journey?
Do you ponder upon the glories unseen?

The pilgrim again,
He thinks of himself
What’s this course?
Is it worth it?
See, I have left behind,
The cherished friends of my early years
Is it worth it?
The honor, the pleasure, the wealth
All behind, all re-signed
To tread the path bedewed with tears
Then the smile the pilgrim wore
A smile of joy
It’s the blessed hope
That which buoyed up his spirit
As he pondered upon the glories unseen.

Are you the pilgrim?
Not ready to be detained 
And get there,
There where the fountains are ever flowing
Where the glory ever be shining
Doth your heart long?

Oh, pilgrim!
Oh, sojourner!
Oh, traveler!
Oh, stranger!
Oh, why dost thou linger?