Peace in the Treestand

Where the Forest Knows Your Name This track honors the sacred wisdom of the woods — the kind only found up high, dead still, in cold wind and whispering leaves. It’s not just about the hunt. It’s about the breath that returns you. The field that teaches you. And the peace that don’t come from noise — only from being still enough to hear the real world breathe. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Stillness in the Fog] Ain’t no preacher in this tree But I hear the field just speak to me No choir, no crowd, no stage to climb Just breath and wind and hunter’s time I don’t need words when the forest hums Each leaf, a scripture under thumbs I sit above the noise below And in that hush — the real ones know ⸻ [Hook – Sacred Ground, Sacred Aim] Peace in the treestand, high and wide Breath slow, soul open, nothing to hide World gone crazy, but here I stay With God in the bark and time in the sway Peace in the treestand, cold and true You don’t find this on a Sunday pew I found my prayer where the branches bend And learned that stillness is how we mend ⸻ [Verse 2 – Not Just the Kill] It ain’t the rack that calls me out It’s something deeper, lost in doubt A knowing only trees can give That this breath’s short — but meant to live You sit real still, you hear what’s real The type of truth you don’t just feel It crawls inside, from bark to lung And teaches more than sermons sung ⸻ [Bridge – The Wind That Speaks] I heard the wind say slow it down I watched the squirrel outlive the crown I saw my pulse in falling frost And found myself when all seemed lost This ain’t sport. It’s sacred way. You come to hunt — but learn to stay. ⸻ [Final Hook – The Church of Stillness] Peace in the treestand, above the rush Where heartbeats slow and feet don’t crush Where judgment dies and breath begins Where you remember where you’ve been No altar here, just moss and limb But that’s enough to speak with Him So call it hunting, or call it prayer Either way — I’m already there. Inner I Inner Flame