[Verse1] The lion, a cat in the darkness of night, Lay down with Shasta to ward off his fright. The roar that drove jackals from where the boy slept, Was the quiet assurance the true king had kept.
[Verse2] The whispers of leaves, and the earthquake-deep voice, Revealed not many lions, but a single choice. He was the fear that spurred Bree's final race, Propelling the horses with newfound grace.
[Verse3] For this was no random path, no twist of fate's hand, But Aslan's deep purpose for saving the land. The boat on the waters, the child in his care, Aslan was the current that brought him to air.
[Verse4] From an infant adrift to a man with a crown, Aslan was there to build up, not tear down. When Shasta cries out of his bad luck and sorrow, Aslan replies, "I was here, preparing tomorrow".
[Verse5] "I am telling you your story, not hers," He states, a comfort that truly transfers. Courage was not always the boy's own, And even in fear, he was not overthrown.
[Bridge] For at every turn, unseen and unknown, The great lion watched over his kingdom and throne.
[Chorus] Aslan, the unseen guide, through desert and tomb, Walked with the boy Shasta, who thought he was alone in the gloom. He saw only hardship, a journey's grim toll, But Aslan saw the entire story of his soul.
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