Mine Eyes Unto the Hills

Shepherd of the Sheepfold In through the narrow gate we must trod with care. The worlds muddy prints we cant leave behind; For we are not perfect when entering the fold. His open arms still welcome us for He is kind. The Shepherd knows His flock when they call. Their voice echoes through the valley green. Through thicket and briars of lifes struggling journey; We have a Shepherd for now who is unseen. Take comfort friend. You are not alone. The Shepherds staff will guide you through. He is longsuffering, not willing for you to perish. We have a God who is love, and He loves you. ~Irene Beasley