Lion

Today I am posting a poem written by someone very special to me. She wrote this to prove her writing skills in trying out for the school newspaper. I was quite impressed and asked her permission to share it on my blog.

Lion

In a land, a far-off land,
Frozen in the grips of time,
Was born a Child, a lovely Child,
Who had a destiny divine.

For He would break the curse of Death,
And bring the dead to Life.

In that land, that distant land,
The Lion-child did grow.
And sooner than the others thought,
His wisdom, too, did show.

For He would break the curse of Death,
And bring the dead to Life.

The Boy was wise, so very wise,
And though His stature was low,
He could out debate His scholars;
He could out speak His greatest Foe.

For He would break the curse of Death,
And bring the dead to Life.

In thirty years, such long years,
The Lion left His home.
He left His people, He left His life,
And everything He called His own.

For He would break the curse of death,
And bring the dead to Life.

He showed signs, amazing signs,
To which no other could compare.
He also fought with Words of Truth,
To defeat the Serpent in his lair.

For He would break the curse of Death,
And bring the dead to Life.

Then came the time, the woeful time,
For the Man to finally die.
Upon a tree, a deadly tree,
He passed without a single cry.

For He would break the curse of Death,
And bring the dead to Life.


And in His tomb, that silent tomb,
His body once again inhaled.
The Man, alive, stepped outside,
Into the land where He’d be hailed.

For He reversed the curse of Death,
And brought the dead to Life.

By Danielle L.
Age 14