Poetry-Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd

He tends to my soul and

guards my heart.

He makes me stop and rest,

Lays me down just where I need.

Comfort, peace

Refreshed.

He guides my steps

And leads the way.

For the glory of

His name’s sake.

When I stumble

Away from His will,

When the valley turns dark,

I have no fear,

For you are with me.

Your rod and your staff,

Are power in your hands

And comfort to my soul.

Where you lead,

Father, I go.

You prepare a table before me,

Where all the enemies watch and see.

Of all the sinners in the land,

Father God, why this sheep?

And you anoint me with oil,

with your own hand.

The blessings are too numerous to count.

My heart beats in awe

My mind cannot process

The mighty measure of your love.

Can it be

that your goodness and love

will follow me?

Am I worthy of such devotion

From the King of Kings?

Your Son said I am,

Though it’s hard to see.

This loyalty is true,

And I remain devoted

right back to you.

When I doubt, Lord

this I remember.

My soul is Yours

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord

Forever.