"The Lion"
Sometimes you come towards me with the coolness of a cat
Cool with an effortlessness that proves the existence of God
With a flip of your hair the foundations shake and groan with dread
Your beauty is something that I could not capture myself
There's fire burning in you and the shining glint of a blade in fight
Nothing, nor any world, could tame you
Until wear and tear of torture pulls you down with a sucking sound
Yet even that you have survived and your cry
When you cry the diamonds trickle from your shiny straight hair
They fall to the floor and shatter like bombs in the wilderness
There's the wrath of God in those that harm you now
And you are His Child and always will be
He made you beautiful without blemish and victorious until the end
A noble lion in a cage roaring with all the wrath of the jungle
It's better to be his servant because there's only one of him
Just take these breadrolls and pass them out to the people for him
His visions spread wider than the plague over the continents
And his dreams must not be barred
Do what he tells you because he knows what he is doing
He is the leader you've always wanted to follow
He's being repressed and tortured by those in power now
But can never really fade
Sometimes you don't have to rule the world to be on top
Sometimes power corrupts and a smile is enough
Just to be his servant is enough
There is a very long way to go forward
In Jesus' Name,
Amen