Another Valley

The smoke rises,

from a desolate place.

The canyons are quiet,

and yet you hear,

It's blood stains scream.

O' the victims,

swallowed by the valley.

Yet still, through the valley,

is the only way to victory.

As I lead on my brown horse,

into the valley,

my soldiers valiantly follow.

As the hooves of my horse,

and feet of the soldiers,

walk over the cracked dry bones,

the walls scream out,

the smoke rises.

Yet we press forward.

No enemy,

can overtake us.

O' the long dark valley.

You are nothing,

but a test of courage -

nothing that,

I have not seen before.

I fear no evil.

My God -

the one true God,

Comforts me.

As I came in with thirty-three men,

So did I make it out.



  • JWKP98

    Great poem! I was at an extreme low a couple years ago, but He never failed in seeing me through.

    • ForeverJesus6

      Yes, that is what is so great about Christ Jesus. He will never leave us nor forsake us. I am glad that you liked this piece.
      God is love.
      Persistence is key

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