Little lamb that she was she wanted Nothing more than to breathe a Sigh of relief and fall fetal within The protection of his powerful mane She finds no fear of the night Resting upon the paws of her king For she knows the jungle creeps Quiet within the scent of the Lion The lamb looks to him and Grazes in green pastures no Longer fearing the violence Of the storm For she knows the power Of his strength.. And love
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Kathy
The lion of the tribe of Judah.. of course.
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