Arriving in the morning
I look up to the sky
Gentle hawk encircles
I pause to wonder why

The task that is before me
Creates a weary soul
I ask the Lord to carry me
In Him am I made whole

I walk into the thickness
My gut begins to wrench
Smile fades more than a bit
Dwelling in the angry stench

But robbed of my serenity
Proposition I will not embrace
I close my eyes for an instant
Find solace in Your Face