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Though I roar like a lion,
I come not to devour.
Though My heart churns,
I will not My fierceness
pour.
Though My sympathy stirs,
I bring not my sharp terror.
And though you come near
with great trembling,
I will let you dwell in
My den
with my arms encircling.
Hosea 11 Included in the Parade
of
Prophets 5 collection. |
