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.
Copyright © Cathi Spooner | Year Posted 2013
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