Jubilation

"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord,
which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved:
he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel
shall neither slumber or sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper:
the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil:
he shall preserve thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in,
from this time forth,
and even for evermore."
-Psalm 121

When I picked up my torn, tattered Bible,
I was just a crushed, desperate disciple.
The words therein filled me with hope,
as much as my torn, tattered soul could hold.

It gave me strength to keep walking,
walking through the shadow of the Valley of Death.
It was hard, my breathing was labored,
my body was soon drenched in sweat.

God heard my cries, and took me upon His hand,
He lifted me up, He saved me from ever-formidable quicksand,
the jaws of death, the pit of hell,
and set me on top of the Valley, with all the glory of a big brass band.

Now, I walk along the edge of the Valley of Death,
looking down on what could've been, should've been, and was,
and I turn away, into glorious sunshine,
walking away, farther from those bad decisions.
Thanks only to God Almighty, I've been shot, and am going to be just fine.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, God.