My 23rd Psalm
My 23rd Psalm
My Way was my shepherd
I was never satisfied
It let me lie down wherever I wanted
Then, in depression, it led me to the still waters,
“Medicated” me,
And then tried to drown me
My soul remained in turmoil
It guided me down paths of unrighteousness
For My name’s sake
And as I walked through the Valley of the Shadow
Of Death - a place filled with evil
With many around me,
I was still all alone,
But I was a man!
I didn’t need help from anybody,
I said with my hands outstretched
I didn’t need God to tell me “don’t do that!””
I prepared a table for me
And it fell apart
I thought only of myself
And yet, my cup was never full
Surely, I thought,
I would catch a break and hit the lottery
And all my troubles would be over
And I would dwell on Easy Street ‘til I die.
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