i am walking in the valley of the shadow of death, faced with the trials and tribulations it holds.
barefoot and in the dark, with my sin and guilt wrapped around me like a skintight dress.
all the mistakes, all the wrong choices, engraved in my skin like a tattoo.
i am hopeless and starving for another outlet, another drug.
i am afraid, i have no guide, no light.
those cold hands caress my body as temptation leads me in,
i cannot escape its grasp.
i cannot get full.
always empty,
never happy.
and then, You came along.
like a Shepherd, with your rod to pull us out of danger, out of the deep, darkness that encloses.
your staff to guide, and give us rest.
why should i fear?
when You are standing right next to me,
not giving me directions, or a map,
You give me Yourself.
You hold my hand and walk through the darkness with me.
Your light capturing the shadows and lighting the way to the narrow path we walk.
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩,
𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭,
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦.