And the Lion Shall Lie Down with the Lamb

Won’t you come into my parlor said the

Lion to the lamb?

Won’t you feed upon my victuals

While I tell you who I am?

Yes, I’ll come into your parlor

Said the lamb unto the lion,

But to eat and drink as you do

I’m not ready yet to try on.

I can listen to you tell me

All about yourself, I think,

If you’ll lay down right beside me

And forget the food and drink,

For I’d like for you to try

To bleat and baa as I.

Then we’ll try a bit of frisk and frolic

If your voice is not to frighten,

Or to convince me of your power.

I can lay my head down on your mane

While we spend a pleasant hour.

Then I may decide to host you

For a time back in my home.

We can frisk and frolic on the way.

I can’t prowl, or stalk, or roam.

You can pour your heart out to me

While we’re lying side by side,

For the God of all

Who loves us,

Holds us close and lets us bide

In His heart and in His arms,

For He wants us to be friends

And to help each other now.

All we do is first be willing

He will surely show us how.