You've always felt kind of small

A little more each time you fall

Why were you created to be weak

With a dainty tongue yet so meek

But don't forget your strong heart

Kept you alive when you had to part

And who lives inside your soul's door

Will keep you hopeful even in the poor.

A lion is living on the inside

Forever more there to reside

So next time you feel too minuscule

Let the roar sound from you - let Him rule.

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• Date written: June 8, 2017 • Word Count: 85 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 3 •