Like a lion. A sound belonging to those who dare step over the boundaries. Do you dare hear the roar?It may mean walking on the wild side. It may mean losing your defenses and opening up, succumbing to the powerful sound. It may mean losing your life.
It's a movement. A group of people all together with one voice. One heart. Tense stomach, from the inside, let go of all sound and fear of man. Shoooooouuuuuuttttttt!!! Do you hear the roar? That's a roar.
At the starting line, the race is about to begin. The roar of engines. Ready. Ready to embrace the next race. There is a roar ready to be unleashed. Each driver like minded. The goal, winning.
Close my eyes, and I see little toddlers squealing and spinning in circles. Your praise is on in the background. They're laughing. They're free. And I hear you say, "this is a roar that tramples the enemey."
STOP
3 comments:
aw. sam. your tiny lions running around...
aslan! HOOOOOO! but it's true. love that picture even in their squeals they are mighty! God is not a respecter of persons...
WooooooooHOoooooooo!! Loved this!!!
Oh Sam... I love you!
Love the Roar in your writing.
Sounds good to me.
T
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