Pistis

Psalm 23

The valley, lord;

The valley,

You promised me.

I would walk through it;

You said so yourself.

The stench would rise and the darkness take face;

All things ghastly, all things sick and wretched,

All of them, one and all—

Would consume but me,

All but we,

For we were.

My shepherd would lead me through death.

I knew all that.

I told You I would

Face it without challenge

At night before bed.

Ah, Lord.

There is peace, there was peace,

At night, before bed.

You would fill me with it,

So strict and serene

Is Your presence.

Will You do it with the enemies,

Even mine?

Forgive me, Lord, for I have feared.

I've feared You were always there,

And You've done all You could.

Lord, be with me, still.

The only way I'll rest if you make me.