Even in the Valley

You are the keeper of quiet things—

Morning light and the peace it brings.

Still waters whispering my name,

You lead me slow, You know my shame.

You lay me down where green things grow,

Teach my restless heart to let go.

You don’t demand, You just invite,

To walk with You into the light.

Even in the valley,

Where the dark knows my name,

You stay beside me—

You don't walk away.

You carry the silence,

You carry the flame.

Even in the valley,

You remain.

You mend the pieces of who I’ve been,

Not with wrath but with gentle hands.

Your voice is steady, calm and low,

It tells me things I used to know.

You spread a table in my fear,

And say I'm wanted, welcome here.

You bless the bruises, balm the pain,

You fill my cup with more than rain.

Even in the valley,

Where the dark knows my name,

You stay beside me—

You don't walk away.

You carry the silence,

You carry the flame.

Even in the valley,

You remain.

Surely goodness, surely grace

Will chase me through this broken place.

All my days, all my breath,

Till I find rest beyond death.

Even in the valley,

Where my strength fades away,

You walk me homeward—

You don't let me stray.

Your mercy is fire,

Your love, unafraid.

Even in the valley,

You remain.

And when I'm home,

I'll know Your name—

The Shepherd who stayed

Even in the valley.