The Warmth Of His Embrace Soaked Into

For Indeed You Have A Choice. You Can Flee And Hide, And Wait To Be Found. You Can Live Out Your Days In Terror, Without Meaning. Or You Can Take The Harder Choice, And You Can Save Them.

You Don't Like It That I Am The One You Need To Keep The Wolf From The Door; That Comes As No Surprise. But I Am The One You Have. At Some Point We'll Both Have To Risk Telling The Truth.

As For Me, I Had Found Love, And That Was A Gift Worth Suffering For.

Our Strength Comes From That Magic, From The Earth And The Sky, From The Fire And The Water. Fly High, Swim Deep, Give Back To The Earth What She Gives You.

We Draw Our Strength From The Great Oaks Of The Forest. As They Take Their Nourishment From The Soil, And From The Rains That Feed The Soil, So We Find Our Courage In The Pattern Of Living Things Around Us. They Stand Through Storm And Tempest. They Grow And Renew Themselves. Like A Grove Of Young Oaks, We Remain Strong.