The Pilgrims

These godly folks
Set sail
Aboard wooden ships
Some people were frail

They ventured far
To a new land
By the captain’s
Steady hand

Many of them were escaping
Religious persecution
A fresh start
Was the solution

They traversed
Turbulent seas
Thanking God
On their knees

The landed
At Plymouth Rock
Here their ship
Would dock

They established
A Christian theocracy
This form of government
Is purely godly

During the first winter
Many they could not revive
Native Americans
Taught them to survive

The natives and pilgrims
Had a bountiful feast
They thanked God
From greatest to least

Millions of us
Are their kin
They all
Resisted sin

It was a
Utopian society
Homogeneous
They made history

Sadly our society
Is now pagan
And filled with the ungodly
May Christ hasten

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024