In the jungle I encountered a lion
We stared at each other, I in fear, he in hunger
I remained bewildered by the situation and my identity
He in total confidence knew his, never confused by circumstances, beholding reality
Though I feared, I admired him and was jealous, 
but so much for that when the life I knew was about to be torn up
He started pacing forward about to break in a run as I broke the stare about to run
In terror I gave it my all, through trails I tore, the lion hot on my trail
I did take a fall, could do it no more, in the contest I was bound to fail
He hunched over me; we stared at each other hard again
Then he devoured me piece by piece, limb by limb, taking my gut, 
swallowing my heart, digesting my brain
And I found life again
In the life of the Lion with its mane,
Proudly roaming the jungle,
Knowing who I am:   King, proud, strong, noble 
I can be humble
Or lead by example
But make no mistake about who I am
I’ve got no illusions; I am more than man, more than lamb