The Shepherd Will Come for His Sheep and the Valley will Bloom Again

It's Morning, Jesus
And she breathes for you, now.
Each breath draws you closer, her closer
She stood at the altar on Sunday, healed and whole.
She stood at the altar, cleansed and forgiven.
She stood at the altar alive and spiritually well.
And then she stepped off the mountain top
And walked right down into the valley
Not alone, not afraid, not by herself
But with you by her side
With you alive and living in her heart and mind and soul
And so you cradle her now, in the invisible places we cannot see
And you hold her now, as a shepherd holds his lamb.
This is our trust, our faith, our lonely cry and our hallelujah.
Amen