The old roan who sat alone, spoke volumes to our souls,
As he sat in silence in the glen, we felt for this tired bull.
His horns were worn, from the years of uncounted war-tossed days,
When heads and horns would clash, to win some cow’s sweet praise.
Like tatonka (buffalo), we too must face our own great battle field.
With sorrow, pride or sin, we can use Christ’s wondrous shield.
And when we’re tired and worn out, we never are alone.
Our Master’s but a prayer away. He longs to bring us home.
So when we’re tired and feel alone, look for some tired soul,
And try to help and lift some one, and then we both can grow.
Then as we sit in silence, we can join in mighty prayer,
Through our Great White Father’s Light, we learn, give and share.
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poor little old buffalos
Oh my goodness Jeanne what beautiful words you have written. Thank you for sharing your heart. I am grateful I met you and your husband today. The talents you both were blessed with are very much needed in these days. May Love, Light and Blessings descend upon you and your family. You both touched my aching soul today and you have helped raise my spirits. Know that the effect you had on me today WILL have a ripple effect through me. I am a service oriented individual and my light will shine brighter since our encounter.
Much Love
Lendy Hart
I’m so glad to have met you today. We will be in touch…