Faith of Our Pioneer Mothers

How could you do it Granny--leave your home

And ease and beauty, and across the loam

Of deserts push a handcart all the way?

"The voice of truth, my child, we must obey

And follow where it leads. It was not hard

For I had John, and we both loved the Lord--

John was your grandpa--and beneath my heart,

The miracle of life ... Joy can impart

A song to sun-cracked lips; ease weary feet."

Her eyes illumed, were reminiscent-sweet.

"We saw the Light ahead that does not fail."

Surely you faltered, Granny, on the trail

When Grandpa died? I paused--She smiled and said,

"My dear, God walked beside me in his stead."

The Improvement Era