Salvation Song

My soul like Brother wolf survived,
Wand’ring ‘lone the wasteland dry;
Howling defiance, bound to die,
Bound by pride and proud to die.
My soul like Old Man Willow wept,
Bent ‘neath a majestic wind;
Branches whipped, distraught to find,
Naught of glory, none of mine.
My soul like Sister Dove awoke,
New to mercy, dared to hope;
Fleeing darkness, bursting forth
Into light, a new life.
My soul like Father Sun resides,
High in the sky, there to shine;
Praising Father, thanking Son,
And with the Spirit finally won.


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