My Shepherd is the Lord of all. I want for nothing great or small.
I lay my head in meadows green and drink from streams calm, cool and clean.
My weary, worn and wanting soul is refreshed, reborn, by him, made whole.
By the power of his name, down paths of right and life he leads
and every step along the way he knows my heart and meets my needs.
Even in my darkest days, even there before the grave, no evil will I fear,
for you are with me, God of love, you are always here.
I find comfort in your rod of protection, rod of correction,
your staff of guidance and direction.
Though enemies surround – they roar like lions and rattle their spears –
I recline at your table on holy ground; I am free of fears.
Your spirit of peace and love and power like sweet oil pours down on me
and in the desert of my life your living water springs full and free.
Your goodness and love overflow my days. You have prepared a place for me.
O God, you are my dwelling place through all eternity.
from Psalm 23
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