Psalm 23
The shepherd doth provide for my true needs,
And stills the waters, watches while I rest.
All to His glory, I go where he leads;
Refreshed my soul, for his right way is best.
Tho' shadows loom, death's stench engulfs the air,
Or evil's presence close enough to taste,
Corrected, guided, safely in his care,
My journey easy; there's no need for haste.
He thwarts my foes, their plans awash, disjoint,
He taunts them, lets me breathe deep while I eat.
A servant host, His oil my head anoints.
My cup, past full, my joy in Him complete.
His mercy, goodness: hallmarks of sweet days,
Eternal, in His presence, voicing praise.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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