My Shepherd is the Doorway

My Shepherd led and fed me all day
in luscious green meadows of grass,
and he had me resting at mid-day
by a cool pool as smooth as glass.
Now, in the fold, I sleep contentedly,
because my Shepherd is the doorway.

This morning my Shepherd-Lord led me
by His Word, full of promises and wisdom,
then took me out amid the world's melee
to bring other sheep into His kingdom.
I fear not the enemy's taunts and delay,
for my Shepherd is the doorway.

My Shepherd keeps me safe in His fold;
I no longer chafe at the walls of rocks,
or its lack of a door of wooden mold.
The Evil Thief cannot enter to His flocks;
he cannot get in to harm or steal me away,
because my Shepherd is the doorway.

- Ruth Marlene Friesen