I'm fun loving mother of two on a path to discovering who I am. I hope one day to be a known and published writer and a motivational speaker
I'm fun loving mother of two on a path to discovering who I am. I hope one day to be a known and published writer and a motivational speaker
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The laughing hunter and his hungry dogs
Pursue me even in the dark
His laughter I guess was misleading
For in him I thought I’d found a friend
There I think lies the beginning of it all
For indeed a dear mistake I had made
The dogs I found where no dogs at all
But mighty lions, the king of the jungle himself
Deceit was his meal and envy, his passion
He came clothed in raiment of friendship and love
How was I to know he was the enemy of my soul?
Offering sweet smelling gifts
Bearing presents the stuff of dreams
Cleverly the trap he laid
Well wrapped in honey I say
With open arms I received his gifts
Seed of death, but how was I to know
Year in year out I’m lost in his grip
A battle I know I can never win alone
Season after season I hoped against hope
For freedom, oh sweet, sweet freedom
The foe it seem had me subdued
The perfect entrapment I told my soul
Until the King stretched forth his hands
Snatching me I say from the cold hands of death
The horrible hunter had me cornered
Hanging I was from the strength of his beastly jaw
Till He with eyes of fire called out my name
Snatching me indeed from the very claws of death
The laughing hunter and his hungry dogs
Pursue me even in the dark
His laughter I guess was misleading
For in him I thought I’d found a friend
There I think lies the beginning of it all
For indeed a dear mistake I had made
The dogs I found where no dogs at all
But mighty lions, the king of the jungle himself
Deceit was his meal and envy, his passion
He came clothed in raiment of friendship and love
How was I to know he was the enemy of my soul?
Offering sweet smelling gifts
Bearing presents the stuff of dreams
Cleverly the trap he laid
Well wrapped in honey I say
With open arms I received his gifts
Seed of death, but how was I to know
Year in year out I’m lost in his grip
A battle I know I can never win alone
Season after season I hoped against hope
For freedom, oh sweet, sweet freedom
The foe it seem had me subdued
The perfect entrapment I told my soul
Until the King stretched forth his hands
Snatching me I say from the cold hands of death
The horrible hunter had me cornered
Hanging I was from the strength of his beastly jaw
Till He with eyes of fire called out my name
Snatching me indeed from the very claws of death
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