The Shadows are Deep

by Shirley Chacko

O sometimes the shadows are deep,
And rough seems the path to the goal;
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep
Like tempests down over the soul!

O then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I;
O then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I.

O near to the Rock let me keep,
If blessings or sorrows prevail;
Or climbing the mountain-way steep,
Or walking the shadowy vale.

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