"A Morning Ride"
The trees surround us on all sides
The mountains are whipping past
Upon our upturned faces
The morning sun is cast
Aslan's feet pound on the ground
The wind flies through our hair
To our surprise we come upon
The Witch's icy lair
As the darkness closes in
And we think we'll never win
I cry out to the One who hears
And I feel hope shine through my fear
Through the mist I see a light
Breaking through the endless night
Then I feel a peace impart
When Aslan says, "Courage, dear heart."
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