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Another Lion
Thank you, JS, for helping me recognize it was His roar I heard. For helping me put my sword down and worship. Two Lions I heard the lion roaring; His terrible strength Keeping me from sleep. I trembled at my window; Peering into night; Aware of his hunger. My sword hangs at my side; My armor scratched and dull-- Second skin. I have lived ready, Alert, On guard these long years. I know he wants to devour me. But I resist; And I remember my family around the world who also suffer. I am not alone. As I strain to see his position, A voice like silver Shimmers in my ear, There is another Lion. The… Read More