Out of this valley I walk alone,
Indeed its apparent my soul has grown.
Out of its trembling and fearful state
Upon these floors I once laid paralyzed and prostrate.
Now I walk so tall and sure,
To an untrained eye they would claim I found a cure.
But truth be told it has been a year to the day,
When time stood still in panic and disarray.
My enemies thought I would crumble and die,
I now know that evil will always lie.
The journey has been hard and trying to my heart,
Now the "one day" is here and I get a new start.
To turn back around and survey my former prison,
Its dumbfounding and proves my king has risen.
Much life has come from a terrible place,
Again it proves the beauty of grace.
Armed with the tools I worked hard to earn,
Alas, for spring I no longer have to yearn.
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