So I slayed the lamb
to appease my pain.
As I cried out, the blood flowed.
Aloud, I cried out.
Everywhere were splotches of red.
As the blood dripped, it collected.
A puddle royal red upon the floor.

From out of the puddle, a lion arose.
Sent forth into battle where I could not go.
Now, I was calm as I put forth my trust.
I rested my head where I thought I would bust.
The victory is mine, for I gave him my load.
As he carries me through, I know I will grow.