The Hunt

As I rise, from early slumber
I make my coffee, to the bathroom I lumber
Something to eat, I take a bite
as I think of a sleepless, restless night

I climb in my tree, and yet I still wonder
What does God have in store, I sit there and ponder
Will he give me his gift? Will he make him walk under?
Will he send him my way? Will he help me end Hunger?

I see every day, his wonder and grace
I see every day, the pain in the face
The face of humanity, so fair and so frail
The face of the hunter, on leaf covered trail.

The hunter will share, God's gift so great
The white-tailed deer, some would debate
But make no mistake, and let it be clear
the one to end hunger, is God's blessing, the deer.