I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
The chain of Satan wrapped ‘round my neck.
It rubs and chafes and splits my skin,
My soul asunder, my heart a wreck.
My tears no longer leave a trail,
My throat is dry, I cannot wail.
The flame of hope flickers low within,
It gasps for breath in a stone cold jail.
Which path goes up? Which path goes down?
What road leads in? What road leads out?
I feel my mind engulfed in sin.
“Help!” I scream. “Send aid!” I shout.
Though I travel through the valley of death,
I fear no evil, screeching breath.
My soul is Yours, You dwell within.
My comfort is Your rod and staff.
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