The Lamb

This is another poem of mine, written around 2 and a half years ago. It's pretty self-explanatory.

I stood in a valley 'mongst grasses so tall,
And looking I realized it was a great hall.
The sky was the ceiling, 'twas painted bright blue,
'Twas dappled with clouds of a grey-whitish hue.
And mountains so somber formed pillars of stone,
White snow was like lanterns that brilliantly shone.
The courtiers were present, it was a great feast,
But they were not humans, they were plant and beast.
They seemed to be praising their Lord and their King,
With songs and glad tribute the great hall did ring.
The grasses were viols, the wind their soft bow,
The birds were a choir, the cantor a crow.
Then lions and tigers gave forth a great roar,
Creation stopped still from the worm to the boar.
I looked all around to see what caused the hush,
And saw - a white Lamb on the grasses so lush.
And then I did realize that this Lamb was He,
Who died to save men from sinful slavery.
And then with the rest I bowed down to adore,
To worship my dear Savior forever more.