In to the Fire

A blazing, roaring lion stands before me
His mere sight almost sets me ablaze
Prowling, the heat of his presence stalking
His majesty weakening me at the knees
I shrink before is fervent, furious passion
His mighty zeal radiating, forcing me back
Then a breath of peace rushes past
Stillness, silence, I am totally undone
And yet I am still able to stand
As I enter in to the fire

By Pete Scopes