It's In The Valleys I Grow
Sometimes life
seems hard to bear,
This poem was written by Jane Eggleston
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's then I have to
remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.
If I always stayed on the
mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's
love
And would be living in vain.
I have so much to learn
And my
growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it's in the
valleys I grow.
I do not always understand
Why things happen as they
do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me
through.
My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the
cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's
loss.
Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very
low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I
grow.
Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To
share your love with others
And help them find their way.
Thank you
for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are
glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow!
