The Valley of BeracahA Poem by PeteThe Valley of Blessings.Treasure lost. Flesh afflicted. Heartbreak endured. Betrayed and abandoned. Treading in the valley where dread overshadows. Calamity came and I cried out to you in distress. You heard me and answered that you were with me. You walked every step with me through the lows. You said that, "whoever loses their life for my sake will find it." Even Thoreau said that, "Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves." I am Daniel in the lions den. I am Jonah in the belly of the great fish. I am Balaam riding on a donkey. I am one of the three tossed into the fiery furnace but when the king looks he sees four and one looks like "a son of the gods". I am Peter walking on the water and reaching out for your hand. Seas are parted. Walls are torn down. Enemies are destroyed. The hungry are fed. Water becomes wine. Healing and anointing. Signs, wonders and mighty works. Whistling past the graveyard and humming through Hell. Trusting, in the end, that everything will be well. Leaning on your word like a man with a cane. Faith in love to erase all the pain. Floating in solitary like the last snow flurry. With you at my side, I have no need to worry. Standing in the ring of fire and coming full circle. You grant me the spoils of my enemies. I possess what only you can give me. I am yours and you are mine. You delivered me in the valley ... ... the valley of Beracah ...
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4 Reviews Added on January 17, 2017 Last Updated on January 18, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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