Words. The tools I build with.

Once in a while I hear words that sink to the bottom of my heart. They won’t leave me.

Today it is the lyrics from “Pilgrim’s Song” as sung by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. (I admit it! I’m partial to this version since my husband is a member.)

My brethren, I have found
a land that doth abound
with fruit as sweet as honey;
The more I eat, I find,
The more I am inclined
To shout and sing hosanna.

Chorus:
My soul doth long to go where I may fully know
The glory of my Savior;
And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song,
I’m going to live forever.

Perhaps you think me wild,
or simple as a child;
I am a child of glory;
I am born from above,
my soul is filled with love;
I love to tell the story.

Chorus

My soul now sits and sings
and practices its wings,
and contemplates the hour
When the messenger shall say,
‘Come quit this house of clay,
and with bright angels tower.’

Chorus

And as I pass along
I’ll sing the Christian song,
I’m going to live forever.