A Journey Through the Valley

Yea, though I walk through the valley Of the shadow of death, No evil will I fear; For You, ABBA, are here with me in this fire where freedom may be sought if these flames I will embrace with grace. I feel the pain of grief; the desperation of control. Despair clings tight Choking delight; But faith holds deep within my heart, Its desire unyielding – the grip of control to depart, my fear to release, and find Your peace. Yet, in the fire, A thorn plunged deep within my heart- A seed. This seed of faith grows As Love burns away the fear, Purged from my soul; grief washed away by tears. ABBA teaches me In the valley of flames If my eyes will see Him. Will I be broken bread and poured out wine while abiding in the vine? Yea, though I walk through the valley, Life springs forth from death In the ashes; If I yield control; If these flames I will embrace with grace; to cleanse my soul and let Love grow.