SOLDIERS AND
PILGRIMS, PENTECOSTS AND MEMORIAL DAY
(Written By Sheila Gail Landgraf)
They came a marching through the land,
Many mocked, scourged, thrown in prison, stoned,
slain by the sword,
Still they came marching on,
Ragged,
Destitute,
Afflicted,
Tormented,
Braver than the world was worthy,
They came a marching,
With a loud swooping sound, like that of a mighty
wind,
With raging flames of fire burning in their hearts,
driving them onward,
They came a marching through the land.
Onward,
Through deserts and mountains,
Through dens and caves of the earth,
Never seeing the final victory,
Yet knowing others would come after them and enter the
promised land.
Medals were given and honors were spoken over their
graves
Tears were shed in the memory of their valor
But there is a joyful celebration going on in an
unseen place,
And the rewards being given are everlasting.
The Commander Of All will open His book,
And they will once again stand at attention.
He will note his observations of battles well fought,
He will remember those who kept His commandments.
And their crowns will all be solid gold,
The stars will light the sky in an amazing display of
glory,
As they lay them at the feet of God,
And the stories of each soldier will be told.
Then the cherished words will fall softly on eager
waiting ears,
“Well done, good and faithful servant. You
were faithful with a few things,
I will put you in charge of many things;
Enter into the joy of The Kingdom.”
