Tis the season of pies.

Should come as no surprise

To spy these fugitives hanging around
Behind the church where I found

Them shivering in the chill and shaking.

Alas, they’re not the type for baking.
The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Psalm 9:9 NIV
You don’t have to take the broken road.
You can turn around and come back home.