The lord is my shpherd
I shall not want
and desire anything
He restores my soul
He leads me in the paths
of righteousness for his
name's sake.
My words are gifted
My Verbs are blessed
through
the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil
Failure i am not scared of
for you are with me
My lord is my pad
My angel is my prayer and pen
They comfort me
Life wouldn't be the same if i didnt thank the Almighty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem