The Lion’s Den

 

My heart has been a lions den

Where he roared and raged and fed on my sin

But you have quieted  the lion’s roar

And he’ll devour  me nevermore.

 

My heart’s been made the Lamb’s abode

A stable for resting, green pastures for food

So too I dwell and so too  I graze

The lamb and I shall abide all of my days

 

The Lord, the lion  away has chased

Bring honey from his carcass for me to taste

So my heart shall not be the lion’s den

 It is changed into the lamb’s pen.

 

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