Product Description
An original hymn dedicated to the Willie & Martin handcart companies with text by Mark Fotheringham below.
YouTube video: https://youtu.be/DLOF31YF-uc
Into the wind, we suffer the more.
To Zion we march, or to heavens door.
We stumble and fall; angels attend
To help us rise up and march on again.
No never alone, for God is our guide.
We know inside.
Tattered and torn, our shoes all in shreds.
On sage or in snow, we lay down our heads.
We dig shallow graves, bury our dead,
Then wake the next morn and onward we tread.
Through trial and pain, we hold to the rod,
And thus know God.
All that we have in one little cart,
Together we push; we each do our part.
And somehow our hearts, knit by our chores,
Are strengthened to know we'll see temple doors.
These rags will be white, and none will be sore
Forevermore.
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