Once upon a time lived a righteous lion. He had proven himself worthy of leading a pride but was dying of men and women’s inflicted wounds and there was nothing the pride could do.
Like the man in the garden who lived outside the garden and was put in the garden, this king of the pride lived on his own and proved himself worthy to be in the pride and soon, he was in charge of it.
But he had an injured paw and head wounds, causing flies to feed on him, all caused by men and women. Larva, larvae, limping, and a jaw problem, so he could only lick liquids, like water, made it impossible for him to live.
All the male lions, who are kings of the prides, live alone on their own, to hunt or die, and search the sky, unlike our time, where a man who becomes a Godly king is ostracized, a man is called a guy, and God says all ashamed of Christ will be ashamed by Christ.
The righteous lion lay dying, the pride was helpless, but the King of kings had everything under control. Larva had been unleashed, the flies had their feast, the farmers had a little life, the pride had a lesson of finality, and the King of kings, mercifully, took the king’s soul.
Where is the fear of the King? Here is the fear: knowing he was bruised by men and couldn’t even shoo away the flies all over his bloody body. Where was the fear when men and women did nothing but mock and scorn and scoff? Here is the fear: when he returns, he will destroy this earth and, mercifully, rescue his people but the wicked he remembers not.