Kenneth Barker

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Beneath the high hills shall I walk, hidden from the relenting cunning of enemies.
My feet is made sure to stand beside flowing streams of sweet waters ever flowing from the high sides that covers me.
Yea, tho I rest my head at the mountians feet, her base is as the thighs of my queen.
Only in the valley, do I rest.Gods watchful eye protects me.The morning dew is my milk of joy. I lay my head upon the valley's stone, as the tender breast of her cavered from my side.
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To what end would we meet, should the God we know ever sleep?
If he closed his eyes just for one wink, would the lightening flash and the the rains come to water our crops when it's time? Does it really matter, should day or night come or go but; have you really thought, what would happen should God sleep?

Mountains would crumble, and charge the earth, like a bull trapped in a fench.
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Kenneth Barker Biography

Being the third child born unto the late Rev: Lee A Barker and Mrs Vennie M (Gulley) Barker. I came into the ministry at the age of sixteen. Having over come many trails along the way of two broken marriages. The second pressed greater than the first. Being a pastor and single father of three young girls who has been with me for nearly six years have been mixed with tears in joy and pains. My father being a bricklayer, I have also taken up the aged old craft of such a masterary.)

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Only In The Valley

Beneath the high hills shall I walk, hidden from the relenting cunning of enemies.
My feet is made sure to stand beside flowing streams of sweet waters ever flowing from the high sides that covers me.
Yea, tho I rest my head at the mountians feet, her base is as the thighs of my queen.
Only in the valley, do I rest.Gods watchful eye protects me.The morning dew is my milk of joy. I lay my head upon the valley's stone, as the tender breast of her cavered from my side.
Ony in the valley, do the nightingale sing with a meoldy so sweet. Her voice ripples atonement for my soul.The night skies speaks unspeakable joy, as one flame after another designs the heavens, like a maze of wonders.

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