I know a secret valley
Which fire has lain bare
But contours now exposed
Still hide a beauty rare
For deep within the shadows
Beneath the silver moon
When all the earth is black
It is her time to bloom
She rises from the ashes
Laced in scarlet red
A dancing tongue of flame
Upon the valley bed
She smiles upon the landscape
As hope is rediscovered
In the midst of desolation
She’s one of God’s beloved
— Wayne Visser