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About This Poem
Wayfarers
Weary fellow soldier, His saint
Do not let your hope grow faint
Times are trying, sad but true
God is always faithful to you
His promises are solid and sure
By His strength, you will endure
His Word will feed your mind
His Wise Counsel you will find
Everything give to Him in prayer
Thanks, requests, fears, cares
In this world, we do not belong
Wayfarers in a land of wrong
We will go far, far away to a place
Of eternal peace, joy, and grace
Forever in worship, love, praise
All to our God, Ancient of Days
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