I am not going to church this Sunday,
But I will be 30 feet closer to God.
I like to imagine He says it's okay,
because from that view I can admire His Creation with Awe.
Carefully, I climb my way to the top
Right hand, left hand, right foot, left foot.
When I reach that cold metal platform I stop
I get cozied in, get my crossbow all put.
The beech trees still have their leaves,
the chipmunks beneath me are stirring.
I tuck my gloves into my sleeves,
Maybe I will have a chance to send an arrow whirring.
But even if I don't, I won't be mad.
The treestand is my favorite place to pray,
I thank God for family, friends, health and a season to be glad.
I especially say a prayer for safety, to make sure I stay
upright in this tree stand.
Thank you Lord for this precious gift
of time, of patience, of quietness.
A doe walks by, causes my gaze to shift.
Is a buck behind her? Hope I don't miss!
Next thing I know a swirl of motion,
So much racket, a loud commotion
Surely there must be a big one coming,
I can't wait to see him running!
I send up one last prayer for accuracy,
My nerves are pumping, where is he?
When all of a sudden I see the noise maker!
What I thought was going to be a big buck in rut......
Was simply two squirrels, fighting over a walnut.
Thank you God for the lessons I learn while hunting,
for the patience taught by each close call,
for the thrill of waiting, the heart thumping,
and for humbling me with creatures so small.
Thank you, God, for the view from this tree,
for showing Your wonders to hunters like me.
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