When the valley holds the weighted heart,
sloping drifts come in from far.
Starshine nights seem long and bright,
covered wraps can’t still the night.
Silenced woes seem louder in
all the still of wandered lulls.
How we muffle, how we cry
in the broken, yearning sky.
Looking up with hearts that gaze
we grieve upon a sign, a note
that leads the weary one to hope;
set sight above the drift of haze.
Oh, blaze the eye up to behold
The river bridge that shines like gold.
Cast across the valley’s form etched,
Reaching out, like love’s arm stretched.
Lifting, bearing, holding all.
Comforter of all heart and cries
Lord, you live near the valley of nights
Outstretched in mercy, in tenderness Brights.
© 2018 Linda Willows
Psalm 136:12
With a strong hand and an outstretched arm, for his steadfast love endures forever.
Psalm 116:1-2
I love the LORD, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.
Isaiah 40:29
He gives power to the faint and increases the strength of the weak.
Isaiah 50:4
The Lord GOD has given Me the tongue of discipleship, to sustain the weary with a word. He awakens Me morning by morning; He awakens My ear to listen as a disciple.
