Valley
The place where I walk
And journey day to day
Is where shadows lurk
And death is but a step.
Fear rushes all around
To paralyze my movement,
But a monument I will not be.
Ravens send me bread.
Brooks are my drink,
And my soul is restored.
I have comfort in the night.
Though sometimes lonely,
I am not forlorn.
I will not be afraid.
Green grass is my bed
Until morning dew wakes me.
His mercies will help me
Reach the foot of the mountain.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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