We walk in His shadow
We live by His word
My life is a journey
With psalms I have heard.
A whispering call
Heard deep in the night
The hairs on my neck
Told me something’s not right!
No one is there
I am completely alone
But I hear a voice
With an ominous tone . . .
I hear it so close
The intention is clear
My heart’s in my throat
I am so full of fear!
Ghosts walk at night
The danger is real
As I draw my last breath
I suddenly feel . . .
A hand slipped in mine
He’s holding me tight
He’ll never let go
He makes everything right.
I walk in His shadow
As He stands next to me
My Lord is my shepherd
I am forever free.
Such a comfort…beautiful!
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Thank you Dan.
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Pam, this is just plain beautiful! Your words give us all hope and comfort.
🔹 Ginger 🔹
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Thank you Ginger.
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Ah perfectly written. Just when you need it most you find that comforting hand. 🙂
And I love the little stone man. 😀
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Thank you. The little stone man is an Inukshuk, used by the Inuit as a marker: “we were here”.
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Aw that is a lovely idea. 🙂
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How perfectly that poem comes together: a little suspense and wonder until finally an inspired ending. Great job!
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Thank you so much!
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