Hope

Even in the darkest times, the memory of higher places keeps us moving forward.

I walk through this dark valley,

Where dwells the Shadow of Death.

For that is where I have been;

For me, there is not yet rest.



So very far ahead of me

I see a small, pure light,

And fervently I follow it

Summoning all of my might.



Where are the towering mountains

Where the peaceful rivers swelled?

How can I find that place again,

Where once I so happily dwelled?



I know I have not been forsaken.

How I’ve learned that to be true!

But these demons will not leave me

And my skies are no longer blue.



O Lord, I will always trust you!

In my darkness, I know You’re still there.

Take me back to Your towering mountains I pray,

Deliver me from this dark lair.



9/13/05