SAFETY

Is it the soft, encircling arm Cradling tiny babe to breast, Or even the branch that keeps from harm Fledgling in the hedgerow nest? Is it the harbor's stone-girt wall Ushers in the gentle calm, Or yet the shepherd's tender call Havens lamb in sheltering farm? It is God who holds in perfect plan, Safe, secure, and danger-free, His whole creation and His man, Including babe, lamb, bird, and me.

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