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Psalm 23: KJV and the Message

Psalm 23                                King James/The Message

Choose to read one or the other—or both!

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.               

God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing.                              

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;

   he leadeth me beside the still waters.                                 

You have bedded me down in lush meadows                  

   you find me quiet pools to drink from.

              
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths

    of righteousness for his name’s sake.                                    

True to your word, you let me catch my breath


    and send me in the right direction.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow                      

   of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;                                                                             

Even when the way goes through Death Valley,
   I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.                 

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence                        

   of mine enemies.                                                         

You serve me a six-course dinner
    right in front of my enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil;

    my cup runneth over.

You revive my drooping head;

    my cup brims with blessing

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life.                                                                                         

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.                                                       

I’m back home in the house of God for the rest of my life.

The Lord is my Grandmother

Psalm 23 – The Lord is my Grandma

Grandma, great and mighty God…                                                                                    

you take care of me and everything I need.

You make me rest in the cool, green grass                                                                           

because grass is good for my eyes, and good for my soul.

You take me where the water is still and quiet,                                                       

where the waters soak up the chaos of the streams of life.

You bring me back to life, filling in the gaps and chips and fissures of from life.                                                                                                      

You lead me in ways that are right so that I will be a credit to you.

Even though crevasses and ravines want to claim me,                                                               

I am not afraid because I am not alone.                                                                                                

Grandma, you are with me. Your crook guides and re-directs me.                                                         

Your walking stick, which aids and supports me, gives me comfort.

Grandma, you always cook for me.                                                                                       

You set a fine table no matter who is there—                                                                       

even if people who don’t like me—or whom I don’t like–come over. 

Grandma, you value me and praise me.                                                                                     

You cover me with so much love that it pours everywhere,                                                        

 splashing on everyone there and even back onto you.

You hold my life like it’s precious.                                                                                      

You hold my life like it’s good.                                                                                                                

You hold my life like it’s beautiful.

Because you treasure my life, I will treasure my life too.                                                              

I will live every day as a blessed day spent at your house.                                     

Living forever in your house—and eating at your table–is heaven for me.

Thank you for being my great, and good, grandma.

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