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He Is The Gate

At evening He leads His flock, 
Which He has nurtured well, 
Into the sheepfold's ample tract 
Where they will safely dwell 
Encompassed by an arching, high, 
Impenetrable wall 
Save for the gap through which they pass, 
As wide as He is tall. 
And in that portal He lies down 
Protecting all within 
So none may enter there or leave 
But that they go through Him.

John 10:9

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