The heron snatched the lizard up
As quietly it slept
When to its rescue out the door
My wife in fury swept

"No!Not this one!"
She yelled and shook
Her fist with flashing eyes
So in dismay he turned to fly
And dropped his newfound prize

Then I recalled how I was lost
 Moving from town to town
When all around me danger crept
Looking to hunt me down

But a voice so quiet yet so deep
Echoed in my shadowlands
"No! Not this One!"
I heard Christ say
Then He took my trembling hands!