Psalm 23 - Modern Version
The Lord is my Poet
I shall not fret
He notes me down in white sheets of paper
He rhymes my life at all times
He holds the pen
He writes a new song in my heart
For His glory's sake
Yea, though I go through the
valley of the shadow of blankness
I will not be afraid
For You are with me,
Your pen and Your ink, they comfort me
You prepare a poem for me
in the presence of my friends
You anoint my head with ink;
My paper runs over,
Surely lyrics and songs shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will be held in the hand of the Lord
Forever
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