Wolves at the Door
I do not even know how many, many times
You have safeguarded this precious flock of thine
For the wolves we see,we hear them howl,
Are only the few you have allowed
Not to rend and rip and kill
But to lead me to your sacred will
Which if i had been faithfully following you
Instead of wandering on a path I choose
Wouldn't have been able to touch me at all
It was my choices and rebellion that led to my fall
But what the Enemy means as evil where I stood
You can turn around to be for my good
For every beast we see and hear,
there's ten more that get nowhere near
Wolves are far from our only enemy
There's also beasts of air and monsters of sea
And as painful, as heartbreaking as it is,
When one grabs hold and you think you won't live,
time and again you've been there,
to chase them away, and for my wounds care.
When wounded by predators, by enemies, Looking back I can always see
how there was a reason for every single case…
how you've used each tragedy to increase my faith
or to guide me with rod and staff, to the right time and place
To receive your blessings, your peace and truth
For You are the Great Shepherd…
And I will follow you!
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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