A friend told me,
‘Silence replaces the roar,
like the wind blowing abhor.’

To declare such notion
he disregarded there hasted a faction
for which I was included.

A response came earlier,
“Tame the Lion,
Silence will replace the roar.”

I stopped to think,
Is this a procastination?
I shuddered a wink.

A heresy of a character borned,
An attack in subtlety had retorted..
Flesh and bone had gone torn.

I relegated the fact the once lost,
replaced by the firm hand that declared,
“Defeat is not the end of you, my son…”

“Wounds heal, scars remain but never
the dismay can keep you from Me.
For I have won it for your share…”

“Brought restoration in thy soul,
never should you back away nor cower in a hole.
Face thy forward for My promises are true.”