The lion and the lamb

Little lamb that she was she wanted
Nothing more than to breathe a
Sigh of relief and fall fetal within
The protection of his powerful mane
She finds no fear of the night
Resting upon the paws of her king
For she knows the jungle creeps
Quiet within the scent of the Lion
The lamb looks to him and
Grazes in green pastures no
Longer fearing the violence
Of the storm
For she knows the power
Of his strength..
And love

Cafe
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
I love lion stories.

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Comments (2)

godsprincess
In my Lord I'm safe forever more - Haven of Rest.

Kathy teddybear
cafetwo2010
Kathy..
The lion of the tribe of Judah.. of course.
Cafe
angel
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