65-0217 – A Man Running From The Presence Of The Lord
32 I had a little poem I wrote, something like this. And said…Now, just think, I was only about twelve years old. And standing up there, the other day, looking up that canyon; and thinking, “That lion will be setting right here in this den room, looking out the window,” in a glass window. I was thinking of a little poem. I went back and picked it up, something like this. Just think how God…
33 Do you believe God is in all inspiration? God has to write a song. Do you believe God is in songs? Jesus said so. He referred back to David, “Don’t you know what David said in the Psalms? You know, has not it…”
34 Look at the very crucifixion. David sang it, in the 22nd Psalm, “My God, My God, why has Thou forsaken Me? All My bones, they stare at Me. They pierce My hands and My feet.” You know, and that was a song. Psalms is a—is a song.
35 And in this poetry, just watch how it come to pass. Setting there, a little old kid with a borrowed sheet of paper, I said:
I am lonesome, oh, so lonesome for that far away southwest,
Where the shadows fall the deepest over the mountain crest.
I can see a lurking coyote all around the purple haze;
I can hear a lobo hollering down where the longhorns graze.
And somewhere up a canyon I can hear a lion whine,
In that far off Catalina Mountains at the Arizona line.
36 Forty years later, I’m setting right there at that canyon, that lion looking me in the face.