Special Hills!
Special Hills! There is a hill out back, that has felt many a track, both from animals and me, as I hunted out there and cut Christmas trees. I went out, in sun shine or rain, whether I felt good, or had many a pain, to sit in my rickety tree stand, and wait to see, a white tailed buck, as he tried to stay, stay clear from man. Now the deer are getting tame, and are found in my back yard, safe and secure, because I don’t hunt any more. I don’t walk now very far, I go on wheeler or car, to see those things precious to me, and dream about white tailed deer, and Christmas trees. I think of a special hill, Mount Calvary, How Jesus carried a cross, and died on it, for you and for me, so by putting our faith in Him, He gives our soul and spirit liberty ~Winston Staples