I was lost deep
in the valley,
And was trapped there alone,
So filled with grief and sorrow,
None like I have ever known.
My heart became like a solid brick,
My tears I could not hold,
And I could not see the hand of God,
Reaching down to me below.
With outstretched arms towards me,
To bring me safely through,
This valley that I fell in,
Where I could not see any view.
He bought me to the mountain top,
And I found my Jesus there,
With His arms so gently open,
I ran to Him in tears.
“It will all be ok”, He whispered,
“I will always be your guide,
And if you ever fall again,
I will be right there by your side”.
Ann Hart © 2006