My Walk

As I walk along, 

I see in  my path 

A dark tunnel 

And no way around. 

It is one of the dark places 

That is always near me 

That I avoid as best I can. 

It is  the dark place 

Within my soull

And I fear to enter there. 

But when I look 

I see Jesus there 

On one side, 

His arms open wide 

Inviting me to come there. 

And He gently holds me 

While the tears flow 

And comforts me 

And reassures me

That He will never 

Leave me alone 

And always will 

Love me 

And calls me, 

“Beloved. “

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