In the valley of death
you come as a Shepherd
bearing the lamb away
from thorns and wolves.
In the road of darkness
you light the star above
to shine over us, convincing
doubting hearts that
the Saviour has watched.
In moments of my lingering pain
you offer the balm
from your loving hand
tending my wounds and scars.
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