Circuit preachers rode the rails,
Some drove wagon beds.
Their purpose was to spread the Word...
They went where they were led!
Pitching tents under stars,
They called loud in the night.
Others preached from pulpits rare-
Explaining wrong from right.
Seems they traveled 'round the worlds
Of people lost in sin...
Bringing home the weary there,
With broken hearts to mend!
It's time we laud courageous friends
Who traveled in such plight;
Those preachers with a heart of gold-
Saints of Eternal Light!
~penned by lynn foust
