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1 Peter 5:8
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour; The Lion Roared I heard the lion roar. My heart froze within me, And my knees began to knock. I looked around and tried to find Some way of escape. The lion roared again; He sounded so much nearer. Then heard You softly whisper, “Fear not, my child, I’m standing by your side.” Now when I heard his roar, I feel no fear. That old cat can roar all he wants. He knows I’m Yours, And You won’t let him touch me.
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