I spent one long, dark, dreary night here,
As the wind howled and mournfully moaned.
Rain pelted hard against rattling panes
of windows frosted by the cold.
A chill air filled the cabin
biting through to my old bones
Where I spent a few "long and restless" hours
in a cabin all alone.
But ever faithful was the Lord
Who held me close while I
feebly prayed.
Then just as He promised I woke to see
the longest "dark night" of my soul
fade
Back in Genoa, Wisconsin
Early Spring - 2008
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