Poem: Sleeping safely

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The shepherds led their sheep

Through a break in the wall.

One lay down in that space,

Till it was time for him to call.

“My sheep know my voice,

“And they will follow me.

“For I became their gate

While they slept in safety.”

All about the holy word;

Some I read and some I heard.

Mary Treveil,

Ardrossan Road,

Hartlepool.