God was There by Kirstin Klaus

Through the Valley of Death I walked, 

On the skulls of my ancestors, 

In the ash clouds of tainted memories, 

Between the crevices of my mind, 

My own personal Hell. 

Fighting for breath, 

The burdens on my back too heavy to bear, 

The pain of betrayal and love too long carried, 

My soul too tired to carry on. 

But through the ash and smoke, 

I saw a faint light, 

One so bright it burned through my memories and pain, 

And took me in its embrace.  

Though what was strange, 

Was I had seen that same light, 

Following me all around, 

Through the Valley and over the Mountains, 

Never leaving my side, 

But I never looked at it, 

Afraid of what it was, 

For it looked too much like salvation, 

For someone so low and broken.  

Seeing it now, 

I know why it followed, 

For its warm embrace, 

Flicked off the ashes, 

And gave my soul its strength and love,