If I stand in the forest, encompassed by trees, with no light to brighten my path. The light you placed in me will help me to see, in darkness, my spirit will laugh. If I walk through the valley where nothing can grow, my feet burnt by harsh desert sand. Ill sing out your praises, for you are my refuge, thirst quenched by the touch of your hand. If I lie on my bed, while others come round, preparing to take my last breath. My soul will reach out, for I know youll be waiting, at the thresh hold that we know as death. Bob Robinson @2014
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 04:38:29 +0000
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