|Sunday, March 22||
Psalm 23 (The Message Bible)
God, my shepherd!
I donít 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
Iím not afraid
when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherdís 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.
Iím back home in the house of God
for the rest of my life.
Copyright © 1993, 2002, 2018 by Eugene H. Peterson
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