was reading Ps 54 one night, and I read the line My life is among the Lions.  The words hit me, "that's me" I said, but really didn't know why I had thought that.  Then the lines of this poem were settling in my mind, and I realized why, I know what it is like to be staring up at those that would devour you if they had their chance. I know what it is like to be surround and so manipulated that I feel trapped. Then on the other side I know what it is like to live in pride and arrogance, so sure of myself and my power.  I know what it is like to be overtaken by something you never saw coming.  But most of all I know who saved me and my only source of comfort, shelter and peace. Yes it is true my life has been among the lions.

My life is among the Lions
My spirit with the eagle soars
And in lofty oaks reclines
My heart beats through the breath of God
But my life is among the lions…

Their prowess proceeds them
fresh from the liars lair
silently, stealthy, they encircle me
to capture me unawares

Adorned with their unruly manes
Highly esteemed within their Pride
Arrogance their arm bearer
And ignorance, their ride

My tongue is like a ready writer
When beyond their holdings roar…
My eyes envision Zion
And my heart is set upon the Lord

Charge they now in full assault
To subdue me with all their raging power
Know they not my Savior comes
Today, this time, in my desperate hour

So fled they then in cowardice
Humbled beneath, Lion of Judah’s King
Yes my life is among the lions
But my shelter beneath His wings…

About this art:
size: 16x8"
media: digital
style: surrealism
prints available upon request.