Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me;
Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
Through This Valley
There’s a shadow looming over me, and the pain is often near;
There’s a storm cloud on the horizon, and the thunder causes fear;
But in the midst of this uncertainty, MY LORD IS ALWAYS HERE!
Through this Valley, with these tears, walking onward I go,
Not running in a hurry, nor lagging behind too slow;
For there’s a peace within my heart – MY LORD IS HERE – I KNOW!
The journey can’t be much longer – oh, this body aches and moans;
Though just around another corner, ahead is my eternal home;
And I know within THIS Valley, I AM NOT WALKING ALONE!
There’s a hand that I am holding,
though the path is rough and steep;
There’s a promise that I can cling to,
that I know my Lord will keep –
FOR THE LORD IS STILL MY SHEPHERD,
AND I AM STILL HIS SHEEP!
Oh, what is that on the horizon? A glimpse of golden streets…
My heart’s so filled with wonder – as face to face we meet –
Now with joy I can see Jesus – and I worship at His feet;
THROUGH THIS VALLEY, TO THE SAVIOUR, and my journey is complete.
September 19th, 2005
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
(Dedicated to my Mom, with love.
Written about two days before my mother went home to Heaven to be with the Lord.
I wrote it on my graveyard shift on September 19th, and she passed away about 2 am on the 22nd.)