The black skies crash into the gray rolling hills/ it fills the voids in places seen and unseen/
and like a dream I run through wheat swaying in the wind toward the tall mighty trees/
Mumbling forget me nots while fumbling through empty logs/ I wade my way into the
unknown/ Where ware wolves howl and hunters prowl hunting fowl in fields of freely flowing flowers/
I follow all along the long forgotten trail/ I fail to find the exit/ exhausted and upset I set up
camp and make a fire/ flames and smoke quickly billow up into the night sky, kept company
only by starlight. The Lord is here and I have no fear as I hear the ware wolves coming near...
(This piece describes how sometimes we can get ourselves into trouble but that we don't have to fear when God is with us.)
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