2009-02-25 - 5:1 bb 1n5
there's a ragged wolfish breed
ravaged as a tumbleweed
in the ghost town of your need
all alone
there's a pathway through the pass that is unknown
far above the valley forge
over hill and dale and gorge
where no native trail could forge
there's a zone
a place no brujo dares to call his own
spirits in the rocks and wood
dance as faeries playing good
and to few it's understood
they are not
science theorizes why
analyzing earth and sky
but it must be high and dry
can't be bought
He will draw us ever closer to His side.
He will cause us to on higher places ride.
He will always be a sure and steady guide.
He is faithful and His hands are never tied.
but there's one thing He can't stand -- and that is pride.
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