Woods of Doubt
There are some woods through which we all must pass,
On the journey toward our home.
For on the other side of these woods of doubt,
Lies the city of Shalom.
The woods of doubt are dark and hostile;
They try to consume what we know is real.
Many have lost their way and perished,
But these woods must still be braved.
For on the other side,
Our anxiety will disappear.
For God appears as we find our way home;
At the city of Shalom.
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