Through The Valley

Through the valley of death,
My holy Lord walked with me;
He provided the strength I needed,
He gave me eyes to see.

My heart was so shattered,
Yet, He held it in His hands;
He gave me hope to know,
That time is passing sand.

Jesus comforts me each day,
As I look for the joy;
He dries all my tears,
As I mourn my little boy.

I know my son is happy,
And he sings songs of praise;
But my heart still cries out,
As I miss him every day.

The Lord has blessed me greatly,
And He will see me through;
I have a loving family,
And, to me they are true.

Peace fills my heart,
When I think of my gifts;
The children I still have,
Give my soul a lift.