The lines are fallen for me in pleasant places.

If those places lie in storm or tempest

then they shall be called pleasant because You are with me.

Passing through the valley of weeping,

You make it a place of springs.

You fill up every valley, make the crooked straight.

I am a temporary resident in the land.

I have no portion in the tents of Kedar,

for You are my Home, my Heritage.

My borders are encompassed

by the eternal hills of Your love.

by

Sarah Maitland