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.

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