The Valley

The Valley
I have been through the valley of weeping ,
The valley of sorrow and pain ;
But the “God of all comfort” was with me ,
At hand to uphold and sustain .

As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine ,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us often in the furnace ,
The dross from the gold to destroy .

When He leads through some valley of trouble ,
His powerful hand we can trace ;
For the trails and sorrows He sends us
Are part of His lessons of grace .

Often we shrink from the purging and pruning ,
Forgetting the Husbandman knows
The deeper the cutting and paring ,
The richer the cluster that grows .

Well He knows that affliction is needed ;
He has a wise purpose in view ,
And in the dark valley He whispers ,
“ Hereafter thou know what I do”

As we travel through life’s shadowed valley ,
Fresh springs of love ever rise ;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses
Are blessings just sent in disguise .

So we’ll follow wherever He leadeth ,
Though pathways be dreary or bright ;
For we’ve proof that our God can give comfort
Our God can give songs in the night .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !