I rise and wipe my dampened brow, And stretch my weary back,
I start the journey haltingly,
I feel my weighty pack.
But I must reach that resting place,
'Twas never just a dream,
It lies on yonder mountain,
There beside a sparkling stream.
I Wonder Where They Are Tonight
When it’s cold and dark and deep,
I wonder where the squirrels sleep.
Are they safe and warm and sound,
When night shades have fallen down?
I wonder if the birds are warm,
If perchance ‘twould come a storm,
I hope that they can safely rest,
In their leafy little nest.
I look out on the cold, damp night
‘Tis such a dark and lonely sight,
But God His loving hand doth send,
And then He safely tucks them in.
Photo of squirrel compliments of