I have been through the valley of weeping,
Where the onslaught halted my pace.
The mire and mud held me captive,
Tears and rain washed down my face.
Each step forward fell with great effort,
The weight on my heart left me numb.
Confusion and fear mocked Faith’s sronghold,
Words and thoughts lay tangled on my tongue.
But then all at once came His Presence,
The One who commanded the Storm.
Holding my hand in the darkness,
Guiding as I leaned on His Arm.
Soon enough, the Valley lay sleeping,
Every pool glistened filled to the brim.
They welcomed the next weary traveler,
With the Blessing of travel with Him.
His Song in the Night 