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
