Ann Hart Poet I do not know?

My Valley Days

MY VALLEY DAYS
 
                       I WAS LOST DEEP IN THE VALLEY
                       AND WAS TRAPPED THERE ALONE,
                       SO FILLED WITH GRIEF AND SORROW
                       LIKE I HAVE NEVER KNOWN.
 
 
                      MY HEART BECAME LIKE A SOLID BRICK
                      MY TEARS I COULD NOT HOLD,
                      AND I COULD NOT SEE THE HAND OF GOD
                      REACHING DOWN THERE BELOW.
 
 
                     WITH OUT STRETCHED ARMS TOWARDS ME
                     TO BRING ME SAFELY THROUGH,
                     THIS VALLEY THAT I FELL IN
                     WHERE I NEVER SAW ANY VIEW.
 
 
                     HE BOUGHT ME TO THE MOUNTAIN TOP
                     AND I FOUND MY JESUS THERE.
                    WITH HIS ARMS SO GENTLY OPEN
                    I RAN TO HIM IN TEARS.
 
 
                    IT WILL ALL BE OK HE WHISPERED
                    I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR GUIDE.
                    AND IF YOU EVER FALL AGAIN
                   I WILL BE RIGHT THERE BY YOUR SIDE.
 
 
                          WRITTEN BY ANN HART  
 
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