The Shadows

Once I was walking in the shadows
And all around me invisible hands
Reached out to grab me.
"Help, help!" I cried out.
In the distance I thought I heard something,
But when I looked around
I could see naught.
I walked along a little further;
The shadows grew a little taller;
A little denser, a little darker;
"Help, help!" I cried,
And just for a moment
I thought I heard a whisper
But as I stopped and looked around
I could see naught.
As I continued my walk
The shadows surrounded me more quickly,
They were darker--scarier;
I thought I would die there in the shadows.
"Oh Lord, please help me," I cried out;
My head bowed down in prayer
And as I was praying I heard a sound,
Faint at first
But as I continued to pray,
The sound came closer--stronger
Until it sounded as though it were beside me.
"Here I am," I heard,
"I am here with you
Follow me and I will take you out of the shadows."
I looked around, but could see naught.
"Where are you?" I cried,
For I could see nothing.
Then I felt it,
The comforting touch of a hand on mine.
"Here I am," I heard again--
And at that moment I knew--
I knew that God was with me,
And I was comforted
As He led me
Out of the
Shadows.

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