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the wind was subtle and the sky black
his back ached from the backpack
he ran intensely, ahead he was to go
heartbeat thickened through his chest, but he could not go slow
the mud was crawling thick upon his boots
as he trudged through the covered stones and roots
the contents of the backpack were sacred still
but he found comfort in His only will
he approached a house just as midnight struck
he braced himself and wiped off the muck
and through his tears and mud and sweat
as the door opened he felt no threat
a sudden peace fell over him
as he saw the faces from within
they dragged him in and embraced him close
each face was new yet full of hope
they sang and danced in joy and peace
for God Himself had brought increase
and He used a man of simple kind
to bring forth His comfort for those confined
in the backpack there were Bibles found
to give to those yearning all around
what an amazing thing it truly is to see
God providing His loving Word to feed
