In the valley deep and low,
Where shadows stretch and cold winds blow,
God plants a vision in our sight,
A dream that glimmers in the night.

He takes us through the rugged land,
With firm and gentle guiding hand,
To shape us in His perfect mold,
In valleys dark, His truths unfold.

It’s here our hearts are tried and torn,
Amidst the struggles, faith is born,
So many faint and lose their way,
Forgetting dawn follows the gray.

Yet patience holds the sacred key,
To see what we are meant to be,
For every vision, bright and clear,
Becomes more real year by year.

In valleys where we fear and strain,
We learn to rise above the pain,
Each trial shapes the soul’s pure gold,
Until His vision we behold.

Isa 35:7  The burning sand will become a pool, the thirsty ground bubbling springs. In the haunts where jackals once lay, grass and reeds and papyrus will grow. 

July 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop