The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want,
Wanting has never been up for discussion
He is Jireh!
The struggle is not walking through the valley of the shadow of death,
Really, I fear no evil,
But the evil disguised as angels,
It’s them!
They who you go to for comfort,
They who you eat with, smile to, have discussions with,
Their minds are evil you just can’t see.
Your serve them,
While the Lord prepares a table before you in the presence of your enemies,
You offer yourself up to the wolves in sheep’s clothing.
A man can’t have friends,
A man can’t have allies,
A man can’t be vulnerable to another man,
One day, it all comes back to bite you.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
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