Triumph of the Journey (In Kensico)

Beneath the trees where whispers sigh,

In Kensico’s embrace they lie,

Salvationists of steadfast grace,

Who served with love, who ran the race.

In reverent tones, we sing their praise,

These stalwart hearts who lived their days

In service pure, in mission bold,

Their stories rich, in love retold.

Through trials fierce and nights so long,

They held the faith, steadfast and strong,

With every step, their path they trod,

A testament to the love of God.

In humble homes and far-off lands,

They spread the Word with gentle hands,

In whispers soft and shouts of grace,

They brought His Light to every place.

Their eyes alight with hope divine,

Their hearts aglow with mercy's shine,

They fed the poor, they healed the hurt,

In every soul, they saw their worth.

Generations rise and see,

The legacy of what can be

When faith and courage intertwine

To forge a path, both just and kind.

So let us honor, let us tell,

Of those who served - and served so well!

In fields of gold, their spirits soar,

Their faith inspires forevermore.

For in their lives, the truth is clear,

The love of Christ is ever near,

And in their footsteps, we shall go

To spread the Light they made to glow.

In Kensico, 'neath sky so vast,

We honor them, we hold them fast,

With every name on every stone,

We see their faith in lives they've sown.

In Kensico, where now they sleep,

A sacred promise we shall keep,

To honor them in all we do,

In faith and love, in service true.