My Beloved,
In your valley low,
the wind still blows
the sun still shines
the rain still falls.
In the valley low,
the heavens still give way
to the stars and moon.
In the valley low,
a fountain still flows
deeper from within;
It restores your hope,
It refills your desire,
It replenishes your beauty.
In your valley low,
Jehovah Shallom will be your peace.
Rest, while you are in this valley low,
and our Loving Father will save you,
just as He has, many times before.
For you are a Rose displaced
and no matter the situation
you will still be.
