Led to the Land
by: Eric Fulmer

As I admire the old oak tree,
I hear a voice that calls to me,
"Come away, come away, come away with me,
To a land where you can truly be free."

As I admire the stars shining bright,
I hear the voice calling out of the night,
"Come away, come away, come away from the light
To a land where you can receive true sight."

As I admire the bird in the sky,
I hear the voice calling me to fly,
"Come away, come away, come away, soar high,
To a land where you will never die."

As I admire the ocean and the sand,
I hear the voice all around where I stand,
"Come away, come away, come away, take my hand,
To a land where you have all that you planned."

So I soared away and ran and swam,
Following the voice that called me to the land,
Led to the wilderness, led like a child,
For the voice is adventure, and the land is the wild.