Friday, June 15, 2012

After the Waters of Rest

 By Mark Bishop

Through the valley of deep darkness
Round the twisted mountain peaks
Where the shadows jest and cackle
while the timbers sway and creak

where is your staff to still my mind
to lead this journey bleak?
This fear will overwhelm me
please take my hand for I am weak

You say your love's a perfect cure
a balm for haunts and demons
And as my heart sinks down this road
so your mercy deepens.

It is true that fear can wrack the mind
and melt the heart
It can plague a noble journey
Make me run back toward the start

But fear can't overtake me for my life is in your hands
And though all hell assail me I know my bulwark stand