There was a lonely cottage once upon a
And higher still above it rose the summits in their
A village in the valley lay but that was far
Whence all accept the wild goats came with weary step
A Widow owned that lowly hut she had one only
Alas her care and sorrow too, he was A Cripple
He could not climb the mountain path he could not run
Nor earn his daily bread for which his Mother toiled
Oh Mother, he would sometimes say why has God made me
What use am I, what work is mine and then the tears
Nay nay my
child be patient still be sure thy words are true
God has a plan for every man and he has one for
The sounds of War were swelling then around that fair
But her sons had sworn that on her soil no foeman’s
foot should tread.
And on each height a sentry stood With keen unerring
The watch fires blazed to kindle should enemy
The cripple slept at midnight hour then woke he knew
A secret impulse called him forth beneath the starry
Then led him up he knew not where until at last he
Upon the height beside the pile the final pile of
One moment and the flames burst forth they saw it, far and
They saw it too those baffled foes and knew there chance was o’er.
One shot they fired and down they went back to their camp once more
But where was he, the feeble child so weak and yet so brave.
Alas, that shot had stretched him low and on the grass he lay
While he faintly whispered as his lifeblood ebbed away.
God has a plan for every man and he had one for
Written out by me on the 29-09-1955. And was recited by me in the
years 1897 and 1898. I recited this twice at the GT. Barugh Yorkshire,
Wesleyan Methodist Sunday School Anniversary which was held on the second
Sunday in June of each year.
Christopher Pearson Wood