In this time of valley, wicked waters and darkness ever consuming, I must find it within to shout praises to the king, for this king does not abandon a single member of His kingdom. To remember is love as down breaks and to know He is after me as night settles in, I must sing. The work of the king is gracious and good. It does not fail. He is above my sin, the enemy unseen, He will not cast me out but old fast to the king for He is good. May He refresh me with a burning desire for Him and the ones He has so graciously given me. Here we plant our hope in His kingdom. Here we rest in His garden once more. The garden of old. He is our foundation, our rock and our deliverer. He is HOLY.