Demon Lions Whisper Doom
John and I still have company, but I woke up early this morning and started reading through some old writings. There is one poem that brings back a unique memory. I want to share it with you today.
When Andrew was around five years old, he was having trouble sleeping in a new bedroom and swore there were scary lions crouching in his room when the lights went off. It took a lot of prayer, time, and patience to get through that phase. I wrote this poem to commemorate victory over that fear.
Demon Lions Whisper Doom
In the evening when it's bedtime,
Darkness creeps into my room.
Darkness creeps into my room.
Shadows grow and form to beings,
Demon lions whisper doom.
Shall I fear the
demon lions
Whisp'ring doom into my ear?
If I listen oh so close,
My heart will
be consumed with fear.
My heart beats just like a freight train
As the demon
lions creep'
Round and over to my bedside,
Threat'ning fangs breathe on my
sheets.
Should I cry out for my mother?
This would be but twice tonight.
Demon
lions crouch in corners
As she flips the bedroom light.
I remember what Mom said
now,
Angels wait to rescue me.
All I have to do is pray, then
Demon lions have to
flee.
I'll just say a little prayer now,
"Jesus, won't you help me
please".
Oh, I hope he hears my prayer still,
Though I am not on my
knees.
What's that piercing through the shadows?
Mighty warrior angels,
right!
They have drawn their swords to save me,
They have come prepared to
fight!
As the light fills up my bedroom,
I begin to count in fear.
Though there
are three angels with me,
There are seven lions here.
Warrior angels marching
forward.
Demon lions hold their ground.
Crouching demon lions attack.
Fangs,
claws, swords fly all around.
Suddenly my room is silent,
Through a glowing
light I see,
Warrior angels win this battle.
Those lions can't mess with me!
TL Rainey 2000
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