Arizona

 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.

By: William Branham
@ 1925

"I had a little poem I wrote something like this. It said... Now, just think; I was only about twelve years old. And standing up 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... Do you believe God's in all inspiration? God has to write a song. You believe God's 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..."
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 pierced My hands and My feet." You know. And that was a song. Psalms is a--is a song.
 
And in this poetry just watch how it come to pass. Standing there a little old kid with a borrowed sheet of paper,
Forty years later I'm setting right there at that canyon, that lion looking me in the face. Oh, God, there's a land beyond the river somewhere, friends. It's just--it's got to be there. See?"

~ William Marrion Branham
Man Running From The Presence Of The Lord
1965 65-0717 (23)