Masked By The Mane Of The Lion Poem by Rik Bertrand

I am protected,
I am in the hands of my spirit.
I am masked by the mane of the lion,
My Savior from birth.

I have had hard times,
The years of my life are torn.
I would not have survived,
If not for the Lions scorn.

My soul is entwined,
With the spirit of the lion.
I accept his presence and warmth,
I love Him, there is no denying.

God has given me the gift,
a spirit to guide and protect me
The knowledge and the strength,
To set forth in the world with no worries.

I do not hide behind the lion,
For he is within me.
The lion and I are one,
Yet we are separate and free.



Those that tread on me,
Prepare for a lions vengeance
For I am not as weak as you may think
I have a lion's presence.

I am protected,
I am in the hands of my spirit,
I am masked by the mane of the lion
My Savior form birth.

REB (MARCH 2012)