Psalm 23 On December 23 Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

You o great Lord, have been my only shepard
As you promised in the 23rd chapter of Psalm
And though my life has been extremely hard
I shall not want, your own word, so I am calm.

Every pasteur, as promised by you, are green
Even Though some were occasionally black
Every waters you led me to has been clean
My life with you o Lord, I shall never lack.

Then one day, on the 23 day of December
I was diseased to die, you restored my soul
You led me out of death's shadow I remember
Thy healing rod and staff you gave me to hold

The path I walk on nowadays is of righteousness
And not because of my name o lord, your's sake
Though I face temptations, I pray for holiness
And because you're with me Lord, I'll not shake.

Deep in my heart Lord, you remain my shepherd
For this and many reasons, I will fear no evil
Thou are with me, I trust to even pet a leopard
You've prepared my table, in front of the devil.

In crucial moment you anointed my head with oil
And you remained with me til my worst were over
During hunger times, you helped my pot to boil
For love, care and protection, thank you Jehovah.

Surely goodness and mercy will always follow me
All the days of my life, from this 23rd of December
I'll dwell in thy house, never to be put to shame
And because of the 23rd Psalm, I'll never surrender.