Your Valley Will Be Rough

 I know you are lonely and you think you are alone..

But I see you when you cry and when you're weak to the bone.

The times when your back, is bowed to the floor..

And you wish for some kindness, to come through the door.

I know how you feel, when you are broken in two..

I see you in the darkness, when you seem stuck like glue.

When hope is all gone and all that is left..

Are the patterns on paper, where sorrow is the cleft.

On the path you must take, I know you will seek..

The drawing of water, in shadows that creep.

Your life as a dove, will be clippers on your wings..

For the forces of evil, will attack you with slings.

The valley

will be rough and you will feel cold..

And at times you will think, you are alone in the world..

It is there in the furnace, that my grace will abound...

And I will complete you, because you are already found.

Just a little longer, my child to prevail..

To show forth the strength, in spite of the ail.

In harshness of weather, your cup will be filled..

For I will send mercy, so you could be still.