Looking for a Lion

I was looking for a Lion, but

I found a Lamb.

Slaughtered and broken,

The bleeding “I Am.”

The wounded One came to sit with me, and

I watched as my blood ran

I couldn’t tell where mine ended

Or where His perfect blood began

But I was told I had a lion,

That it was somewhere inside.

I was told I had to give gratitude,

But what I had didn’t feel like mine.

I was looking for a Lion, but

I found a Lamb

So,

I offered up my broken body

And He said

Finally

That’s something I can work with