The Green Wicket Animal  Sanctuary

Registered Charity Number: 297066


Twelve gates there are in Heavens wall, round the city clear as glass
And every gate is made of pearl, through which the white souls pass

But there’s another humble gate. A wicket green and low
That leads to wide and pleasant fields, where long cool grasses grow

Apostles stand at the gates of pearl, but by this wicket green
He who doth save both man and beast, the lord himself is seen

He calls his creature to come in, and opens the wicket wide
And the poor things when they hear his voice, flock through to the other side

Tired horses and mangy cats, and poor lost dogs are there
And little birds once cramped and caged, come singing through the air

Fair is the city of golden streets, with the gates of pearl flung wide
But let us come to that wicket gate, and stand by the masters side

the green wicket animal sanctuary