Lions

On the eve of Election Day: A poem I wrote about 20 years ago. No matter how dark it looks, remember God is still on his throne and prayer changes things!

How do I shut the mouths of lions?

How do my thoughts stay under control?

Why must I face demons and devils,

And trust God to see me through?

Christ’s love is what counts,

But it’s hard to love an ugly soul;

It’s hard to love a black hole.

When they suck me up like a Hoover;

And I’m tired inside.

I feel wiped out

And drained to the pulp.

And I go to God for help.

‘Cause if I don’t I’ll just whelp

And get the blues.

So fill up my tank, Lord,

On heaven’s bright shore.

I'll put on my dented armor

To fight the enemy once more.

Help me get all these temptations

Out of the way;

And I'll trust in You

As I do every day.

Then, when I go down into the valley

Please restore my soul,

To face another battle,

You're still in control.

For I remember one secret

We all need to learn,

Everything eternal is lasting.

The rest will just burn.

Even the Lions.