Shepherd of the Sheepfold In through the narrow gate we must trod with care. The world's muddy prints we can't 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 life's struggling journey; We have a Shepherd for now who is unseen. Take comfort friend. You are not alone. The Shepherd's 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