Be Not Afraid to Stumble

Through a loathsome darkened path In a valley deep and low
An old man stumbled and tripped where e'er his feet did go.

He looked to his left and then to his right nowhere could he find
Any place to stop and rest to gain his peace of mind.

He felt the chilly presence of death nipping at his heels
It seemed that he had no escape, no bargains or deals.

No hope in view for the stumbling man upon that fateful day
There was no silver lining in this man's cloud No sir, no way.

This tired pilgrim poor and wretched as could be
Had not a prayer to utter that could ever set him free

Nothing He could do to stay the wrath that was to come
He tried to scream aloud in fear no words emerged, his speech was dumb.

The stumbling man had lost all hope he had almost given in
He knew his time was nigh for the hour glasses sand wore thin.

Death had stalked this man on his journey many years
Lurking in the shadows causing many mournful tears.

Just as death approached this stumbling man that day
A light came bursting through the clouds a dismal gray.

The stumbling pilgrim thought his fate was doomed and sealed
But his life was spared and his true destiny was then revealed.

He never dreamed any good would come through the valley where he trod
He had no inclination that day he would stumble onto God.

How could One so great be amidst a valley dark and grim?
How could One who reigns on high be here below with him?

The stumbling man than looked back to where he'd tripped and traveled
And he saw the truth before his eyes exposed and unraveled.

Each time he stumbled through the valley all throughout his past
And every time he thought the end was here at last.

He saw at each and every block o're which he stumbled
That God was present at every turn to catch him when he tumbled.

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