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Words of COMFORT:
Even if I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil…
I’m in that valley

But I’m not sick

My Dad is sick

His shadow of death is cancer

My shadow of death…
This shadow reaches further than you think

Like a cold dampness that penetrates all

If only the sun would shine
Disperse the wintry darkness
PROMISE:

He is the shadow at my right hand

I’m not alone

We are not alone

The sun will shine again

This valley will not keep us here

Even if it feels like I’m walking bare feet over the Drakensberg

In valleys and on mountains

He is the shadow at my right hand

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