When the valley holds the weighted heart,
sloping drifts come in from far.
Stars-shine nights seem long and bright,
covered wraps can’t still the night.
Silenced woes seem louder in
the still of wandered lulls within.
How we muffle, how we cry
into the yearning, looking sky.
Lifted up with hearts that gaze,
we grieve upon a sign, a note-
that leads the weary one to hope;
to sight above the drift of haze.
Oh, blaze the eye above 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 skies.
Comforter of all heart and cries .
Lord, you shine through the valley of nights,
Outstretched in mercy with tenderness Lights.
© 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.
