God, my shepherd!
I don't need a thing!
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
You find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to Your Word,
You let me catch my breath
And send me in the right direction.
Even when the way goes through
Death Valley,
I'm not afraid when You
Walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd's crook
Makes me feel secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner,
Right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
My cup brims with blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after
Me every day of my life.
I'm back home in the
House of God
For the rest of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem