Sometimes my soul is afraid, because I know I must walk through that valley.
I have tasted death's shadow, and tasting the shadow of death, brought forth new life; new life that must suffer also.
Lead me, kind shepherd, as I walk through that valley.
Comfort me with your rod and staff.
Under your protection, I will feast with gladness before my enemies eyes, knowing that though I fall, yet I will arise.
Dying, I'll be born to life anew; I will fear no evil if I'm with you.
A pair of sonnets for St. John the Baptist.
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