LIFE Choosing how we stand on life’s battlefield, We cannot pick and choose our trials. For they are given to us, to make us strong, Taking roads that seem to go on for miles.
Some of our ancestors left us great stories, Telling of the life treks, they had to take. Writing special faith promoting experiences, Hoping to leave us messages, for our sake.
Are the daily roads we travel really different? Letting us know they had some of the same fears. When you stop and really think about it, The only things setting us apart, are the years.
One may say: “I should have been a pioneer”. How tough could it have really been? Riding horses not having to stop for gas, Saying things of humor, making our ancestors grin.
We sleep in beds of comfort, having a roof over our head, Wind and rain kept from coming through the wall, Pioneers walked behind handcart, wearing shoes with no sole, Picked themselves up, moving on, each time they fall.
Forced to leave their homes, fearing for a loved ones life, Wearing clothes with holes, not having the latest style. Telling of burying loved ones, hoping to help us through, Leaving us words of comfort, to handle each and every trial.
Tom Baker 2/11/2004
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If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animated contest of freedom, go from us in peace. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen! - Samuel Adams
