I don't need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from
True to your word
you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction.
Even when the way goes through
Death Valley,
I'm not afraid
when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepheerd's crook
makes me feel secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner
right in front of my enemies
You revive my drooping head;
my cup brims with blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after me
every day of my life.
I'm back home in the house of God
for the rest of my life.
The throwing of a rock makes a ripple. You never know who your message will touch.
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