I stare into lion’s eyes longing for his cause, and I know not to look away because it would be like walking into my own grave.

Dreaming of the day his mane will be covered in the blood of his foes. Yearning for the deliberation of battle that will bring to peace to all creation as well as giving the nefarious no place  left to go.

jubilantly watching the dragon being clenched in the Lions jaws, and the dragon being  teased by the lion with his death soon to come.

Nobody will ask why did the mighty dragon turn into snake, they will just proclaim victory over his grave. Leaving him with no soil to plant his discord or his dismay.

Death will not follow the lion into his pride land or evil will have a place to take hold. The dastardly will just be tales Ye ole.

He will give a crown victory to whom did not advert his gaze or deny him to his foes.

Lion of Judah you are the best of both worlds. In your kingdom you are first, and in yours you are savior.

When your feet walk across the earth with each step the earth yells victory.

How can you be innocent as lamb and fierce as lion? You take in the ones that who look to you, but crush the ones who turn away.

I wait patiently for my king because perfection isn’t something to rush.