n a dark and wintry night, with a lonely star as my guiding light.
Such a short time ago , I had left my vehicle stuck in snow.
On each side of the forestry road, the eerie sounds made my heart grow cold.
I knew I could not stay with the car, but civilization was so far.
I plodded along and time went by, it was getting light and I wanted to cry.
The shrill distant bark of a dog came to my ears, and my cold hands wiped away the tears.
With urgency I forced my pace, I did not want to leave the human race.
I foraged on toward the sound where I prayed to God I would be found.
The snow stopped falling and the sun was high, I saw the dog, I would not die.
With tail wagging and eyes so soft, he guided me to sleep in a warm hay loft.
Then it was off again with the dog I called Love, sent to me by the Man above.