The Open Fold

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
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

    See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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