The Gate I walked through years ago

still remains the same.

It’s me who’s changed and faltered much

and yet He calls my name. 

I know His voice much better now:

soothing, calm, and pure.

Although I listen half the time

my place always secure.

He guies me to the shielded fold, 

When darkness starts to creep.

Not a single enemy 

will ever harm His sheep.

And though I am undeserving

To pasture in his lands

He opens wide his invite

Revealing his scarred hands.  


JL McCarthy

March 3, 2020