A Lion and the Lamb

                                      I hear your voice calling,

                                               so sweet and silvery clear,

                                      the wind is blowing in the wild,

                                               the wild is coming near,

                                      like a lion and the lamb

                                               who lie down to sleep,

                                      the dagger’s edge cuts no more

                                                for you are cradling me,

                                      the wolf lies down with her prey,

                                               the stars burn brightly now

                                     and I shall no longer weep

                                               for you are by my side.

                                                                   s.k. lindeman