The Providence of God at Jamestown
By Miss Melody Seppi
There once was a day when the truth was not told.
The four hundredth year of
Experts wanted to forget
“Certainly not laud it,” they said
“For a holocaust and lynching it was.”
There rose up a man, Douglas Phillips by name.
He told us that the legacy of the father
Is the heritage of the son.
And wondrous providences
The Lord had wrought in men of old:
Hakluyt, Smith and Sandys.
Midway through, on the 11th of June
There came together four thousand, young and old,
To
“Sic semper tryanus” was it’s motto
A women with a despot a’foot, it’s seal.
They came to hear the glorious deeds of God recounted,
That their children might place their hope in God.
The end of the week found the hosts
At the home of Harrison Tyler a descendant of
Our 10th President, John Tyler who descended from
John Rolfe and his bride Lady Rebecca.
The heavens were thundering as the children
Shouted joyful HUZZAS to the King of Kings.
As we all were led by Master Charlie Zahm
In Be Thou My Vision, that hymn of yore
The Ebenezer stone was unveiled,
The time capsule laid by
Under the stone 2107
Thus far has the Lord helped us.
There was in the historic triangle a treasure hunt.
Four hundred gold coins was the prize.
A hundred there were who persevered,
The Jamestown 400 they were called.
There were three who finalists were,
Mrs. Ivey, Mrs. Donovan and Miss Thomas.
The final day came with much trepidation,
And by these three were picked,
The spade, grave and cipher.
The keys and chest were dug,
On the stage the trio stood to see whose key would fit.
Mrs. Donovan and Ivey their keys tried, but
There fell the lot to Miss Melanie Thomas and
With tears of joy the lid laid back,
For His Honor and Glory it was.
On the wings of the morn, came the Lord’s day,
Under the big tent, the remnant sang with much joy
The Pilgrim Psalm, The Old Hundredth:
Shout to Jehovah all the earth,
Serve ye Jehovah with gladness,
Enter his gates with singing mirth,
Know that Jehovah He God is…
Finis
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