Lion

The Lion roars from the highest peak it may reach His voice covers the savanna And all will hear His call He calls out to the lost To the hurt and broken He shouts to them to lift them up Above the dying canyon. The Lion cries out to them, "Let them be free, Free from pain and suffering, Free from the dark surroundings." The Lion shouts to His children The ones He protects The one who dares to harm them Meet the Master One The One who runs forever to the ones who are His The One who forever cries out, "Follow Me, My children!" He protects what is His, So no one dares to harm And the one who might get close to them May he feel the might of His claws The One who does protect Is the One of whom is loudest The One who is most deadly Though it is He who brings new life, And those that dare to hurt The ones that He has claimed Are the ones He deems His enemy, And are the ones who die in pain. The ones who look into His eyes And see the flames trapped inside Are the ones who are offended And detest His ancient light And the ones who thrive Off of the hate they create Are the ones who destroy The life which He makes. The one who sees peace Within His bright eyes, Is the one of which is His And is protected day and night. The Lion roars the loudest, When He fights against the dark When He brings his roaring light To chase away the fear That tries to take our life Take away the laughter Our joyous light He chases fear away And basks in the glow The One who shouts above the crowd, "Let My children go, let My children feel My light and bask in its brilliance." Let the ones whom He deems His Have the freedom they desire Let them run and jump and play Even in the darkest hour Let them spread their joy Across every face Fill every heart with peace As they each see His grace The Lion roars in righteous anger His fury shakes the ground And the evil one who dares harm His light, he alone shall die, his clothes will tear his face will bleed As he is defeated By the One who is Creator We are under guard, We the people of the King Are protected by the One Whom angels fear And nobles do plead and beg for forgiveness. The One whom has made the world, Whom hast created Thou, Lives inside my heart, Forever and always still. I feel the raging Lion As He sees all the pain He hears the cries of the children As they beg to be released And He shall free them from their pain All their fear whisked away By the mighty sound that is the roar Of the ancient saving Lion