My Savior

The snow falls down across the trees, The only sound the gentle breeze, Among the bushes, twigs and leaves, I lie here on the ground. The cold is ever creeping in, The numbing pain against my skin, The creeping dullness from within, How soon will I be found? The day began on such a high, I can’t remember how or why, I came to be placed here to die, Among the dirt and snow. A single wound has stained my shirt, A crimson puddle smeared with dirt, A memory of pain and hurt, Within me starts to grow. But hope arises up ahead, I hear the sound of footsteps tread, I thought for sure that I was dead, But help is on the way. My savior comes to rescue me, For God has heard my bitter plea, My hope has turned to utter glee, I’ll see tomorrow’s day. My rescuer appears at last, My hope is shattered in the past, It rose so quick but gone as fast, For death I shall prepare. I thought for sure my luck would rise, But hope has led my brain to lies, For irony is life’s surprise, My savior… was a Bear.