Psalm 23

The Spirit of God is my mother

She makes me lie down in freshly laundered sheets

She leads me through the rooms of our house

We call it home and feel at peace

The shadow part of me holds less fear

For she has been my comfort and is teaching me to comfort myself

At the end of the day we meet at the table to eat

We shut the door on our enemies

Leaving them out in the cold

We raise a full glass and quietly toast

The days of our lives

And the places where we live

The beauty of our souls

For ever

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