IN HIS SHADOW

 

I walk in the shadow of the cross

And in its path I find the line

Between the living and the lost.

Through the valleys dark and caverns bleak;

He lights my way so I can see,

And when my steps I find too weak;

I feel Him lift and carry me.

On this path with Him commune;

I walk with him and not alone.

Not a path with petals strewn

But one of blood and jagged stone.

In the shadow of His light;

My footsteps become with Him as one.

I cling to His sacred garment white;

My blood leaving stains upon His gown.