The lion roars! People scatter in fear,
Cover their ears and eyes,
Block out of sight and mind
The power and fury of the King.
Look a child approaches the Lion!
Women faint, men despair
As the little daughter
Draws near the King of beasts.
The lion bows his massive head, an invitation.
The child nestles in his flowing mane,
Her cheek laid in trust
Against his velvet face.
The lion roars! The people draw near,
Led by a little child
To the strength and safety
Of the King of Kings.
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