Darkness comes in like a flood

Erie sounds frighten the weak

Trembling and shaky hands grip my own

Afraid to lose courage amidst the trial

Dreaming of flowers and the blooming bud

Sensing hesitation and hear a squeak

Walking through the forest glades unknown

Wandring through the night mile by mile

Unafraid of the possible danger

Certain we are safe in all situations

Even through the valley of the shadow

Angels protect us with wings mighty

Nobody lost is a stranger

Once founded in revelations

His eye is on the Sparrow

and He watches over me

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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