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.

~ae

"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