How easy it would be to cling to evil in the deep darkness of a valley. To cling to anything that might
How easy it would be to cower in fear of all the evil that surrounds, to crumble and crawl and live in the pit.
The valley is a black gloom, a deep darkness, a seemingly godless path.
Sometimes, I wonder if He can even see me and guide me in such a dark place. And I see others who have gone astray, and allowed the darkness to consume them, to break them, to force them to relinquish their hearts.
I will stay the path in my blindness, because, I know, that He is with me, He is my Shepherd, and guides me.
And I am safe.