The Earth is my shelter, I shall not want.
I lean on Her green pastures as She speaks through quiet waters that restore my soul.
She shows me the high road that serves all.
And even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of stress,
I fear no upheaval,
for She is always there to rest upon.
My fear is not believable when you are with me and I with you.
Your sod and tree, they comfort me.
You prepare a feast for me in the presence of what's believable before my very eyes.
You wash my head with rain as your brother the skies overflow.
Goodness and love flow from you to me all the days I am here.
And in your comfort I will dwell for now and ever. (Paulms 23.2)