The Lion led His lamb through the wiles of the drylands. Not to give her more trouble than she already had. But to show the authority she was given to tread on the serpents and scorpions who slither, scheme, and seek any opportunity to strike. But she held up her shield—her faith in Him. She waded through the fields with her sword; His love for her.

Just a while longer, and soon they'd prosper. "See that My Kingdom is closer!" He reassured. So, the lamb and her Lion battled many adversaries, who were united with a goal to devour.

Before she knew, she was on her knees again, surrounded and bruised. Bones weren't broken but the trauma of a familiar pain bore down on her, taxing every strength and might to pick herself up. And so, they enclosed, poison dripping from their teeth. She swallowed hard but this time did not accept defeat.

She lifted her head and uttered the only Name that sends chills down the devil's spine.

"Did I not say that she is Mine!" roared His familiar voice. He wasted no time. That day, she watched all her demons die.

To her, He said, "Little lamb, little lamb! Arise!
For the time has come that all of them have fallen into My hands.
Rejoice! Surely, the battle is won."