WHEN I WALK THAT DISTANT VALLEY
When I walk that distant valley
I'll not walk it all alone.
Jesus, my blessed Savior
He will guide and lead me home.
My eyes will see the glory
in His tender, loving face.
I'll walk up there beside Him
in the fullness of His grace.
O' Joy comes in the morning
when in spirit I'll awake.
To see my Blessed Savior
when I pass the Golden Gate.
© 1998 by Linda J. Adams
Linda's Reflections, My Poetry
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