When forty days stretch long and weary,
and time feels like it is fraught and dreary,
remember that beyond the night,
day forty-one brings dawn’s first light.

Beneath a sky, stormy and gray,
for forty nights Noah did pray.
The flood then subsided, skies unveiled,
a rainbow in the sky. God prevailed.

Moses hid in the desert’s guise,
Forty years with watchful eyes,
Yet from God in year forty-one,
Moses heard God’s plan had just begun.

The Israelites, in the wilderness, were lost.
They endured the years, the pain, the cost.
Then day forty-one brought forth promised lands,
God’s word is fulfilled, and God’s promise stands.

Goliath roared for forty days, threats and bold disdain,
but on the forty-first day, he lay dead upon the plain.
A sling, a stone, and a moment’s fierce defiance show,
how giants fall as faith through the ages flow.

Jonah preached repentance, forty days, a dire plea,
yet on day forty-one, God’s mercy came to be.
The city’s heart turned from darkness, deep and grim,
and the wrath of heaven softened and God forgave their sin.

Jesus fasted, tempted, as the tempters’ whispers tried to sway.
Jesus battled for forty days, in faith, in hunger he chose to stay.
The tempter fled, the trials undone, the devil fled in haste,
leaving the Savior, the battle won, victory, a purifying taste.

After rising from the tomb, Jesus brought comfort to us again.
For forty days He walked among us. His sacrifice saved us from sin,
and on the forty-first, to heaven’s heights, amongst angels, He soared,
Leaving the promise of heaven, a future of forever with our Lord.

So when your trials go on for days and your heart is ever sore,
when your tears are spent and weariness has filled your core,
know that day forty-one, symbolically, as God’s grace, holds fast,
a promise of a future, God’s plan, and salvation will forever last.

So hold steadfast through your trials, the pain,
for day forty-one will bring God’s grace again.
Blessings through change, and at dawn’s first light—
a turning point. In God, you have a future, bright.

So don’t falter on the brink, when shadows bring despair—
The rain will cease. The giants will fall. The Promised Land is near.