Were we to enter Daniel's cave
Where lions dared not harm him-
Are bones not there? A common grave
For those who prayed: 'Please stop them! '
Some lions did not themselves choose
To not crush Daniel; let him stand
The God of heaven set the stage,
And hushed the lions; stayed his hand
Though other times, and often times
The unrecorded cave tales
Resound with roars and helpless cries-
The lions' mouths are opened wide-
Bare bones are there-
Blood-stained the stones-
As well-fed lions swish their tails-
And God in heaven sets the stage
To crush, with lions in his hand
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