I've been in many, long valleys,
And some had the blackness, of night,
There was no hope, of a morning;
As I waited and waited, for light.
I still remember those valleys,
Tho I sank, in the depth, of despair,
I needed your Hand, for guidance;
You touched me, and I knew you were there.
When I reach you side of the valley,
I know you'll be waiting, for me,
And rejoice throughout Eternity.
We will sit down by the side, of the river.
There will be no more tears, from our eyes,
We will bask, in His love, forever,
And honeymoon forever, on high.
This valley, is not like the others,
This will be the last one, I'll cross,
You are needed new, more than ever;
As possessions, of earth, seem as dross.
This valley, seems dark and foreboding,
As I meet the sting of Death -
I know I will fear, no evil;
In the grave, there is victory o'er Death.
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
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