Gray Brothers
    Deep in the wilderness, a pair of young gray wolves scurry playfully to the edge of a ridge. The beauty of their surroundings is breathtaking. It is a setting of harmony.
    As the full moon shines and the clouds begin to roll in, the wolves begin to howl. Their duet echoed a glorious melody - the sound of praise to Almighty God. Whether they know of a God and Creator, I do not know. I do believe there is an awareness. Psalms 150:6 says: “Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.” Even the creatures in the wild are to praise the Lord. “Gray Brothers” is my song of praise.
By Robert Bishop
Matting Types