THE SHEEP IN ME IS SCARED OF THE DEN

I am huge with the body of a lion, yet I am a sheep, The den isn't my Zion, yet the sheep come to me only in my sleep, My ration of the catch tastes sweet, yet from my grip the biggest ones slip, When what I need is a jet, yet I got entangled in a slow moving ship. I dream of a play with the sheep but the shepherd is just too scary, My long stay in the den is not making the lions any longer caring, The sweets in the den are now too tasteful for me not to be part of the sharing, But all I see around me are lions that are no longer cheering. The bigger my canines become the more my carnivorous appetite diminish, My rumen is now depleted of energies needing the coming days to replenish, Soon my foolishness will totally leave my stomach to punish, But it is better for the lion in me to die for the sheep in me to be without a blemish. That day will surely come when no roars will scare my mind, Then my joy will come under the protections of the shepherd that's always kind, I am just praying that peace of mind will be there for me to find, But all I need do now is to have a lot of patience for the grace of God to bind.