Lord,
The season has been long
For I know my days are few in the woods
Yet I know were I belong
As I see my breath in the cold winter rain
I think of warmer days and previous hunts that went astray
And pray that today’s hunt will not be in vain
Give me guidance as I pursue my quarry
Give me the strength so that my shot will be true and my arrows straight
And let me be at peace
Though I may worry.
over the next ridge 