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TITLE: Swimming in the Valley of Baca
By mark walters
03/25/09
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"Blessed is the man whose strength is in you, in whose heart are the ways of them, who passing through the valley of Baca, make it a well; the rain also fills the pools. They go from strength to strength—every one of them in Zion appears before God." Psalm 84:5-7

As I raced along fast lanes in life
On a drive one sunny day
I wound up stuck in Baca Valley
Very much to my dismay

I know I hadn’t planned this jaunt
A Mustang ride to hell
But as vistas passed before my eyes
The change I couldn’t tell

As greener valleys burned to brown
Deserts hard scorched earth
Revealed my utter lack of faith
Parched by prayer-less dearth

The wheels fell off my half-baked plans
And silenced all my dreams
As Baca fanned her flaming breath
And torched my sunny schemes

Stalled out in trackless arid wastes
My Mustang had slowed down
Resigned to own up to my wrongs
Teary streams now wet the ground

Baca’s rain brought joy and peace
As I knelt in deep brown mud
Pride and sin were washed away
In mercy’s sweet wet flood

I’m swimming now in desert lands
Where no sane man would roam
Freedom bought it, now I love it
Baca is my home sweet home

If you veer off the King’s Highway
From running like a madman
And all your dreams are swept away
In swirling shifting sands

Come to my lake house in Baca
I’ll show you how to dig a well
Go wading in a place most folks
Would say is burning hell

When you’re weeping like a willow
God hears your mournful sighs
Baca’s gentle streams will lift you
As change will make you rise.
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