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Psa. 23:4 "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."


Into the valley…down I go,
To the depths before unknown;
Sinking deeper, deeper still,
Can do naught but MOAN.

MOAN and groan: O woe is me,
Such a life…it cannot be;
Of my choosing…surely not,
Ah, but Yes…this I have SOUGHT.

SOUGHT it by my will…my choice,
Who to blame but me…myself;
Surely I have chose this hell,
Not him or her…ONESELF.

ONESELF…the blame I bear,
Now, what to do…to do;
Hit bottom, surely so,
Now, only upward I can GO.

GO up a little at a time,
Climb slowly…surely;
Each step precisely chosen now,
No longer foolish FOLLY.

FOLLY leads us down… not up,
And, upward I shall go;
Repentance fills my soul,
Fills to OVERFLOW.

OVERFLOW my heart is crying,
Ever hopeful, now am I;
No longer in the dregs I wander,
For me the limit is the SKY.

SKY…blue sky and then beyond,
Jesus leads me on;
Despair cannot surround me…now,
In my heart, He now has SHONE.

SHONE around me, all His glory,
Coming forth from within;
From the valley, He has brought me,
Mountaintop…my origin!


Aug. 13, 2000

Aimee Love

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