No one lives in the Valle Lacrimum,
though many settle there.
No one lives in in the Valley of Weeping,
yet many die therein.
That vale of tears is dry;
it is lonesome and cold,
a valley of jagged, unweathered,
sharp grief stones.
But there are some,
a blessed few,
who have found the hidden paths,
a few who know in their hearts
of the highway through,
the long road home.
They make that desert valley
a fresh water spring,
and go on from strength to strength,
hand in hand, foot over foot,
until everyone has found relief.
a valley of jagged, unweathered,
sharp grief stones.
But there are some,
a blessed few,
who have found the hidden paths,
a few who know in their hearts
of the highway through,
the long road home.
They make that desert valley
a fresh water spring,
and go on from strength to strength,
hand in hand, foot over foot,
until everyone has found relief.
(Psalm 84: 5-7)
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