The Blue Lion
The Blue Lion
Her eyes glaze as compared to the shades of colors from the rainbow trails ,
her hair shines and smells of nothing but kindness, and though she sleeps her breath found its way into nothing but a jar of pain, but some how she found her home within the nest of doves that sang a song, beneath nothing but blue skies, nothing but hearing veils torn and nothing but kindness scrapes across the skies, as her knees fall she finds herself again fading in the back of nothing , but calls to her own,
and then her limbs walk and run , and then they tell a tale , they tale of a little girl that once was bruises she shined shoes beneath the king’s castle but they told a different story , her story line was once a feast that was prepared beyond this world, they tell of lions and lizards calling to her in the middle of the night,
he is the lion that waits upon thee, he gives his roar to the kind, and the roar to the weak, he shall not leave the side beneath the darkness , and beneath the skies, she has a light that shines within thee , nothing but light , there is a Man his name is kindness, he waits for your door to open , the doors of loose, they hinge only in the middle of the valley , this is the ember that flames in the sky , your lions limbs that are beneath this arms of strength , his claws of flames, his mouth of steel , his life he gives to the weak and his honey from the mouth does he eat. he waits to give you strength , he waits to give you back your bite , he is your refuge .
To my Daughter Lori Bargo , you have a song within your soul , only you hear., and the Majestic roar holds his peace for you .”This is the Mighty Lion of Judah he holds you close”