One moment in life late in the day,
Overcome by anguish from strife of life,
Lost and unable to find the way
Was I, fearful of finding a scythe.
Distraught to no ends, “Valley of Death,”
My souls torment in which no escape,
Told the tempter “No!! to you I’m deaf”
Refused to listen nor hold his cape.
Turned my back on the adversary,
And began a slow weak upward climb,
The footing was loose, the path scary,
I heard not a cheer nor angel chime.
Choked upon my vocal chords I wept,
In prayer to God gaining voice I spoke,
“Why hast thou forsaken me and slept?
I’m no ‘Job’ can’t carry this vast yoke.”
“It hurts too much, the pain is intense,
God please don’t leave me alone like this,
From Devil’s sword I have no defense,
Please Lord, please don’t let me become his.”
Praying with every breath I took,
On I climbed step by step ever on,
With my strength spent my whole being shook,
While weeping great sobs for my lost dawn.
Then a marvelous event occurred,
I reached the summit, upon top stood,
And dried tears from eyes that once were blurred,
Viewing vast creations of God’s Priesthood.
It was on that breath taking moment
That doubt flew and my soul again knew,
That this struggle for my life was meant,
For thru hardship my faith could renew.
I stood firm there in awe with wonder,
Kept no malice for God gave trial,
And felt blest to bask in the splendor,
Of all God had taught me with each mile.