~The old wolf saw the shining star~That twinkled in the sky,~He followed in it's silver trail~That led him by and by,~To a poor and rustic stable~Beyond the town's far rim,~
Where something stirred his proud wild heart~ And seemed to beckon him.~But when he came up near the crib~Where sweet Lord Jesus lay,~
The shepherds turned on him in fear~And chased him far away.~~Out on the hill beyond the town~Alone and filled with grief,~He wailed a loud and mournful song~To find his soul's relief.~
~The dear Lord Jesus heard the song~
For not once did He cry,~He drifted off in sleep to hear~The wild wolf's Lullaby.~
~The old wolf knew deep in his heart~The child was heaven's King,~And to this day throughout the world~You still can hear him sing!~
~©Kate Watkins Furman~
~Used With Permission From Kate W. Furman~
~Midi Playing~"Wolf Song"~
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