The Soul Of A Pilgrim Poem by Falana Zion

I cast my face on my head
I grow wings like the birds
I stand straight on my legs
Hoping in grace as I trek

My heart trembles in fear
The world's threats I hear
Though, thoughts kowtow my fear
I cast on Him all my cares

I lay His word on my heart
I grab His sight as my lamp
Though, my soul tumbles within my heart
I refresh my soul with His light

I'm a stranger here
Within a foreign land
My home is brighter far
More than the Sharon rosy plain

I'm a pilgrim
Running the race of life
To the field of stars
Where springs not fail and sided hail