Dangerous Refuge


 


The fawn was there
the Fallers were too
Safe within its lair
The Fallers cut true
Lair then became snare
The Doe did pursue
But found something rare
There upon morning dew
Lay her fawn fair
When safely you pursue
Take watchful, loving care
Knowing trees surround you

 

Don Murphy©1967

 




 

Matt.15:13  Every plant which My Heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted







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