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Ravenous wolves chase me
To a rocky cleft just below
the edge
Of a steep promontory point,
Casting aside their sheep's
garb,
They bark at my head from
above,
Leap at my flanks from either
side,
And nip at my heels from
not too far
below.
But I do not hear
Nor do I fear them,
For by their foul smelling
breath
I knew they were near,
And in all haste I did directly
run
For the open fold
Of my Good Shepherd's robe.
Matthew 7:15-20
Luke 6:43-45
John 10:1-5
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