Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Valley of Shadows

In valley low and shadows deep,
my grieving heart sleeps not.
Illusive grows the will to keep
assurances once sought;
wakeful hopes dim.

In valley low and shadows deep,
my grieving soul lies down.
Refreshing calm, for though I weep
my hope in Him is sound;
thankful eyes brim.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
for His name's sake.

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.

Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life: and I will dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.”
~Psalm 23