It's here in the valley where I get to know myself best. Father, I know the teacher is always silent during the test. Word of God, I'm begging you. Please open your mouth and bring my anxious heart to rest. Torrential rains and landslides become the thick mud beneath me as it gets soaked with the salty sweat of my insecurities. And I complain about walking through the valley. When my messiah walked through the valley of death, his shadow now casts light onto all my impurities
