Through the Valley

The valley of the shadow of my death

Is filled with hidden demons clawed with doubt.

Though evil may dissuade with ev'ry breath,

I have no fear: my Shepherd's here throughout.

My soul draws nigh toward this journey's end

And I stand facing my eternity,

But when I die my spirit will ascend:

My Shepherd's face is all that I can see.

He holds the rod of strength, His Holy Word;

His staff is victory beyond the grave;

When I pass on, this body is interred,

Yet there's no sting; my spirit He did save.

            Though I must walk into the valley floor,

            My Shepherd guides me through an open door.

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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;

thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Psalm 23:4 KJV

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