Where do you go when the cold wind blows,
and you're lost in the woods at night?
The snowflakes fall and a lone wolf howls,
and your soul's consumed by fright.
You drop to your knees and beg God please,
deliver me to a place of peace.
Though the wind still blows and the wolf still howls,
your soul is at peace in those perilous hours.
Consumed By Fear
Those Perilous Hours
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2017 with permission of the Author.
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