This son of my own lineage here crowned
By new emerging of a branch unbent
Will join a war from ages past unspent,
Still raging on the world its battleground,
And there confront the foes of unspoiled youth.
They’ll find him not a simple babe, all weak
Before their wiles, but fully man. Though meek,
He’ll walk a lion panoplied with truth.
With lion’s heart he’ll brave the evil day
And scorn all needling clamor to be small.
With lion’s roar he’ll laugh at strutting gall
And warn his brethren from the evil way.
Lord, spare him from a life of vanity.
A testament of faith his life shall be.