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Sometimes life seems hard to
bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and
woe
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I
grow.

If I always stayed on the
mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate
God's love
And would be living in vain.

And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the
mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys I
grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they
do,
But I am very sure of one
thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are
nothing
When I picture Christ on the
cross
He went through the valley
of death;
His victory was Satan's
loss.

Forgive me Lord, for
complaining
When I'm feeling so very
low.
Just give me a gentle
reminder
That it's in the valleys I
grow.

Continue to strengthen me,
Lord
To share your love with
others
And help them find their
way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are
glorious
But it's in the valleys I
grow!

This poem was written by Jane Eggleston
who currently lives in Virginia. Her son
Jeff quotes "She is a wonderful person,
loves Jesus and has been the best mother
anyone could ever ask for" What a fitting
tribute to any mother.
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