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The Valley of the
Drums In white I face the valley of the drums They beat me toward the final mountain pass. I go on though I know that I will come By endless miles of questions still unasked. What joy could ever be in my exam? And how could I appear in fleecy white? A brother of hypocrisy, I am Sins co-conspirator in light, unless The dark can turn and radiant light reveal Or somehow can incorporate the dark In day, and noisy shadows it can still to soundless hope. If these I can embark. In truth I know his Love dispels all wrong. In white I face the valley of the drums. – Dennis Jacobs
FALL / WINTER 2016 | christianapp.org/MtSpiritGive
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