Journey to the High Places
Psalms by Tate

I found myself caught in the peril of darkness. Wounded, embattled, thirsty and torn. Fear then moved upon me when the brightness of the setting sun removed it self from my presence. Caught in the darK night of the soul. The deep darkness of night, the bears and the lions, the accusers, avengers, and the voices lurked in the deep dark shadows of the night. I called out to the Lord now that I had lost my vision, my strength, my wisdom, my path. I longed for the glory to rise again upon me like a canopy of strength, of power and safety as I had known before. I pressed forward with every step until the glory of God rose upon me like a harvest moon to light my path, to vanquish my foes, to bring me to safety.
Tate