The Wildness

We kept pullin' those peaks in closer to our hearts,
fallin' in love with God's works of art.
Our breath's were stolen by so much beauty.
What a glorious tableau we had the privilege to see.
Mere words on paper cannot convey
the scenery that waited upon our souls each day.
How often we stopped to gaze in wonder,
the veneer of civilization torn asunder.
We've become now what we've always shunned,
our ties to Babylon now fully undone.
We've wild hearts,
we're wilderness men,
no longer herded into society's sheep pen.
Our spirits soar free
to embrace our destiny
far beyond man's boundaries,
living life the way it's meant to be.
We're Abraham's not Lot's,
choosing God's company that our souls won't rot.
The ground we trod, the air we breathe
belongs only to the God who shares generously.
The only thing we posses that we truly own
is our blessed and sacred souls.......
and each glorious sight we're shown.