With no sense of direction I gazed through the mist,
Tripping on twines, I stumbling near the wolves corral.
The smell of death was on their breath;
Hearing leaves crackle underfoot, their lips are wet-
Hungering for flesh.
Running as fast as light, the cold mist surrounding,
Afraid of falling as I felt their breath on my back.
At the point of exhaustion, teeth grazed my heels.
Cringing and expecting to die,
A scene of my torn body flashed before my eyes.
The mist suddenly lifted and I realized the teeth had not
broken skin.
Instead a pitiful yelp escaped the beast behind me;
It sulked at the crack on its head inflicted by my
Shepherd’s rod.
Then gently with his staff, he led me to familiar ground.Our Shepherd is vigilant to keep his sheep from wolves. With his help we must examine all teachings against the purity of his Word. We must run from teachings that add too, subtract from, alter or manipulate God's truths as revealed in the Bible. His Word alone is true, complete, and pure. By the power of the Holy Spirit, God's children have eyes to see the truth. False teachings may set up snares but God's children will not be fatally entangled therein.
