Blessed Is The Lion (Conquering The Forest)

Blind eyes see no distance,
Blessed is the lion hearted;
Conquering all the forest.
Facing wilderness of thought
Bearing burdens clinging vines,
Tangled around the feet so binding.
Cutting sword in hand a favor,
Putting earthy cares asunder;
Makes a Pathway straight and narrow.
Waking birds along the Way,
All begin to sing their songs.
Even crickets on the ground,
Binding mankind in one blessed
Peaceful sound.

by Margaret V. Hunsinger

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