The heavy load of the handcarts pulled through the snow
It may not be what you and me know
But there are heavy loads within our souls that we must pull
Lord, give me courage to face my fear
Give me strength to persevere
I need thy steady hand to lead me along
Fill my weak heart with the Pioneer Song
And I will sing all my days of the handcart saints
Songs of praise
For they did more than just endure day by day
They gave up all, trusted God, and walked by faith
Lord, give me courage to face my fear
Give me strength to persevere
I need thy steady hand to lead me along
Fill my weak heart with the Pioneer Song
Sometimes I am tempted to give up
when the road is rough
And there are days when my spirit is so weak
and I struggle to believe
And I feel that I can't make it one more day
But there is something pushing me on
Saying Daughter, be strong
Raise your head
Take one more step
Lift your eyes, look up
It's not over yet
Feel the strength beyond your own
Lifting your soul, pushing you along
Footsteps of faith
Will forever be your song
Raise your head
Take one more step
Lift your eyes, look up
It's not over yet
Feel the strength beyond your own
Lifting your soul, pushing you along
Footsteps of faith
Will forever be your song
This is a demo, Still needs adjustments, and the vocals.
Calling from the mountains
The voice of our God
Beckoning, pulling us on
Taking nothing with us but faith in his power
Step after step, hour by hour
We are His people
And He is our God
And we will be faithful
No matter the cost
He is our shepherd in the wilderness
He is our light in the dark
He sends his angels to comfort us
With pureness of heart
We are his saints
Like the Rocky Mountains
Our trust is unmoved
Strong & Devoted to you (our love we will prove?)
Like the winding river
We follow His course
Constantly true to our Lord
We are His people
And He is our God
And we will be faithful
No matter the cost
He is our shepherd in the wilderness
He is our light in the dark
He sends his angels to comfort us
With pureness of heart
We are his saints
On our hardest days
When persecutions rage
When we are mocked for what we believe
As we live this life of sacrifice
As we have faith in what we can’t see
When our spirits feel broken and our hearts are faint
We remember, we remember
We are His Saints
The pioneer spirit flows through our veins
As we remember our ancestors faith
We will tell their stories
As we write our own
Pushing forward where God wants us to go