Longing

A longing for Aslan to come and turn my winter into spring.
With just one glance he gives me hope
Never safe but always good; he comes like a Lion.
When he roars my fears desert me
When he breathes I have courage for today.
He grieves at my loss, he cares about my worries.
It isn't safe but I go willingly
Because he gave his life for a traitor like me.

"Safe? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you!"
-Mr. Beaver

Final draft written on December 8, 2007