He Walks Beside Me

"Does He not see my ways,
And count my every step?"  (Job 31:14)
He grasps my trembling hand,
And gives me energy and pep.

As I walk through the dark valleys,
Stumbling, falling, crying out in pain,
He is there beside me,
Telling me it's not all in vain.

Only those who walk in the shadows,
Will ever really understand,
How precious life can be,
When God holds your trembling hand.

The gentle warmth of my Savior's love,
Brings a thankful sigh,
And the sun begins to shine again,
As angels sing praises from on high.

It's only in the wilderness of life,
That we will ever find our way,
To knowing His wonderous glory,
Where there's no sorrow or decay.

I thank Him for my dark valleys,
And for the courage to conquer tests,
For now I am the winner,
And I enjoy His peace and rest.

And now I walk in green valleys,
And soar from high mountain peaks,
My yearning heart has learned to listen,
To every word my Savior speaks.

Praise the name of the Lord!

~ Eva May Young ~

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2005 ( EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by Eva Young ]