Forty Days
Forty days of barren desert
Forty days of hostile land
Forty days of scantest water
Parched dry lips and burning sand
Perfect for complete communion
With His Father so worthy of praise
This would fit Him for His mission
It would take Him forty days.
Our desert may be spiritual
But still is very real
The prayers we say, the acts of kindness,
The Mass at which we kneel
Our close communion with our God
Our seeking to give Him praise,
This prepares our soul for Easter
It will take us forty days.