Savagery surrounded me.
In a den of fierce lions, I was home.
Not alone, He was with me.
Snarling teeth, sharp claws, roars.
I was the toast and the main course.
They hated me for my righteousness.
Some named me demon.
But everyone felt me
some type of way.
I could not fight or flee.
That choice was taken from me
so God carried me away.
He delivered me from the snares
of torturous death to salvation,
all because I lived as a child of God
and the blame was not mine to carry.
Painting by
Sir Peter Paul Rubens
Daniel in the Lions’ Den
Flemish 1577-1640
By Thomas Agbonyitor
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