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!