[Sabertooth]

[Sabertooth]

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[Sabertooth]

Here are the links to the other threads on this...

Lion and Lamb Lie Down Together in Kenya

The Lioness and the Antelope

BTW, the Daily Nation seems to be changing the source codes for the pics frequently. I've saved the jpegs, so we may have to rehost them again later,

[MissAmericanPie]

I have never seen anything like that before. Really nice poem, I don't like that the little oryx gets eaten in the end, but for what ever time it does live, it hasn't been alone.

[harpseal]

BTT

[RonDog]

Thank you, Sabertooth, for writing such a noble tribute to the end of this sad end of captivating relationship!

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[Grampa Dave]

Thanks for this entire thread!

She appears to be a young lioness with some of her cub spots still in her fur. I wonder if this caused this different behavior!

[vikingchick]

btt

[esther2]

The story is truly amazing, and your poem is beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us. That sharing is what makes FR great, and makes it work.

[OKCSubmariner]

Sabertooth, Thanks very much for the story and the poem. It is a precursor, a foreshadowing of things about to come on the Earth.

Life hangs by a silver thread which nature can cut at any time unless the Lord protects or intervenes.

The Lord created nature to serve His ends.

But we worship the Creator and not the created.

The Creator can and will by His own words change the hearts and minds and actions of the created when the Lion lays down with the lamb and Jesus Christ starts His millenial reign.

When death will no longer have a sting and will be swollowed up in victory, in eternal life, is when the Lord will come to dwell among us once again.

While death holds sway, those who follow the Lord and keep His commandments will go to Him. But He will return with them on the day that death will be no more and when the lion will lie down with the lamb.

Jesus Christ is at the door. Look up for you redemption draws nigh very soon.

It is better to trust in the Lord than in man. That will be the test of those who are snatched away when the Lord comes for His own to spare them from great Tribulation.

This will happen before He comes back in great glory and power to rule and reign in Jerusalem and before the lion lays down with the lamb.

Then the scepter will rise out of Judah and the government will be on His shoulders and every knee will bow to Him. And then death will be vanquished and the lion will lay down with the lamb.

[rebel freeper]

And I thought I might have been one of the only to pick up on the prophetic significance of this.

Maybe I'm not alone after all.

But lately it feels that way...

[Brad’s Gramma]

Thank you much. Our Lord IS good, isn't He? And you, friend, are a wonderful poet!!!

[Sabertooth]

(((ping))))

[DoughtyOne]

Thanks for the ping. Nice poem. Animals do mourn the loss of their companions. For whatever reason the bond, I imagine the lioness will miss her ward temporarily. It is interesting the stories that make people stop and think. I note that this was one. I like that.

[lonevoice]

The original thread brought me to tears, and I printed out the pictures to save as a reminder of something wondrous. Sabertooth, I'm printing your poem to go with.

Thanks again for the ping RonDog.

[fish hawk]

Though most of us were hoping...it was real
The ending of the story lacks appeal
But what great Kings are Lions without zeal
And what's a timid Oryx...but a meal.

[firewalk]

Thanks for the ping, and the beautiful poem. BTTT

[Elsie]

Goosebumps!

[d14truth]

"By other jaws, her oryx lamb was met… Isaiah's oracle is not quite yet."

Though many will 'love' some will yet hate,
Tomorrow's 'Light' guarantees a better fate.

Thank you, Sabertooth.

[blackie]

Great poem !!

[philman_36]

While the world was in a mess
There came the story of a lioness.
Unseemly behavior, out of sort,
A storm tossed ship, seeking a port?

Came a young oryx standing at her side
Perhaps a replacement for her pride?
It seems though now we'll never know
The young oryx will never grow.

A hungry lion, snuck in unawares,
Has ended the gawking, and the stares.
Till Christ comes, is the refrain
We will endure such bitter pain.