THERE BY THE GRACE OF GOD

WOLVES, By Garth Brooks

January's always bitter, but lord this one beats all…
The wind ain't quit for weeks now, and the drifts are ten feet tall
I've been all night driving heifers closer in to lower ground…
Then I spent the morning thinking 'bout the ones the wolves pulled down

Charlie Barton and his family stopped today to say goodbye…
they said the bank was takin' over, the last few years were just too dry.
And I promised that I'd visit, when they found a place in town…
Then I spent a long time thinking, 'bout the ones the wolves pulled down.

Lord please shine a light of hope on those of us who fall behind…
When we stumble in the snow, could you help us up, while there's still time…

Now I don't mean to be complaining Lord, you've always seen me through.
And I know you've got your reasons for each and everything you do…
But tonight outside my window, there's a lonesome sound
And I just can't keep from thinking 'bout the ones the wolves pulled down.

Oh, Lord keep me from being the one the wolves pull down.

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