Originally posted at Writeindependent.org on October 31, 2011
The Great Father above a Shepherd Chief is.
I am his and with Him I want not.
He throws me out a rope and the name of the rope is love,
And he draws me to where the grass is green
And the water not dangerous.
And I eat and lie down and am satisfied.
Sometimes my heart is very weak
And falls down but he lifts me up again
And draws me into a good road.
His name is Wonderful.
Sometime, it might be very soon,
It may be a long, long time.
He will draw me into a valley.
It is dark there, but I’ll be afraid not,
For it is in between those mountains,
That the Shepard Christ will meet me and the hunger
That I have in my heart all through this life will be satisfied.
He gives me a staff to lean upon.
He spreads a table before me with all kinds of food.
He puts His hand upon my head and all the tired is gone.
My cup He fills, till it runs over.
What I tell is true, I lie not.
These roads that are “away ahead” will stay with me through this
life and after.
And afterwards I will go to live in the Big Teepee,
And sit down with the Shepherd Chief forever.