Even though I walk alone in the dark,
The lord is still my Sheppard, and I hold him within my heart.
Even though my wings have been clipped and I’ve fallen,
I’ll carry his word until flesh meets coffin.
Even though darkness has its grasp.
The light will endure all, and always last.
Even though my faith is sometimes abstained,
The lord is always there to give me guidance
And cure me of pain.
Even though I do not go to church,
Nor do I always pray.
The lord still speaks to me and I listen every day.
Even though I sin and I’m far from pure
The lord still loves me
And who could ask for more.
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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