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Eventualities
Sometimes in a black-veiled night
When sleep eludes my frame.
My mind succumbs to fright
Of things too wretched to name.
I ponder the possible eventualities,
"What if this?" "What if that?"
They seem to be tenable realities,
And I am further taken aback.
One dark thought leads to more
'Til dawn's birth grants reprieve.
But other such nights are in store—
A specter I tremble to conceive.
Sweet Savior watch this night with me,
Bless me with the peace thou giveth.
From every fear let me be free
For I know of a surety thou liveth.
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Paul Schneiter
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