Many Days

A soul must walk for many days

Before it finds its rest

And though it suffers greatly now

It yearns for what is blest.

 

Many trials come its way

And many tears are shed

But a soul must walk for many days

before it finds a bed.

 

The path is not what it would choose

And despair is always near

But a soul must walk for many days

And pay with what is dear.

 

There isn’t time for all the things

That it would wish to see

And every hour of every day

Brings another step to be.

 

There are times when light is scarce

And dark is all it sees

But a soul must walk for many days

Before it finds its peace.