Sing As A Lark

 As you walk through the valley of the shadow of death.

Take a look at your life and remember where you met.

Through every doorway.

Through every stream.

Think on the memories of times of sunbeam.

In moments of doubt, when fear comes inside.

I hope you will look to the one who died.

Down in the valley, on stones where you walk.

May you remember that silence will talk.

Cry if you must, when your back is against the wall.

For always beside you, are the ears to your call.

Never alone, will you walk on your own.

For comfort will seek you, though you are weary to the bone.

It is at times of great trials, that you see through the tears.

And unravel the best YOU, without worry or fears.

Up will you rise, though battered and bruised.

To call out to morning, to collect your dues.

It is well with your soul, you will sing as a lark.

In the east and the west, in the light or the dark.

You might tarry awhile, in hope and in prayer.

But

sunshine will brighten  every thistled despair.