Day Thirty-Nine

The days that hold my dread
Are outnumbered by the lonely gale
and its many companions waiting always
ready to devour joy.

But I will fight for peace
and lay my burden down
and trust in Jesus Christ
Though I become as dust.

Let the longest wastes
Through which my soul must pass
Welcome me with lonely arms
Until I leave them past.

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