“When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches. For You have been my help. And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy. My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.”
It is very good to be the cub. The baby who literally plays, sleeps, and lives in or as near to the daddy lion’s mane as possible.
For even his fierce roar that scares away the predators brings safety, calm, and comfort to the offspring of that king!
Stay close to Papa!
Stay very close!