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Valley Midst the Mountains

Valley, midst the mountains,
In the shadow of His wings…
The rising and the setting sun,
Tempered by the shadowings.

The blazing winds that whistle through
Cannot corrupt my valley view.
When I’m walking in that valley,
I’m hidden in Your depth,
Surrounded by Your majesty,
Nurtured by Your breath.

A.D.W. 2010