Apr 9, 2017

On the Hill Side

Where do I began, I found myself on a hill side wondering, listening, thinking
about the days to come.  A stranger walks up to me, places his hand on my shoulder
and ask if everything is alright. I looked up and I saw the stranger for the first time. 
The stranger called me by my name and I wonder how did he know my name. 
The stranger quietly say I know everyone by there name my son. Then I ask
what shall I call you? The stranger started to walk away and he turned
around and said you already know me if only you listen to my words and do
 what it is written my son.