The
Lord is my shepherd;
yet
I am still in want.
He
makes me lie down in green pastures,
from
which I constantly run.
He
leads me beside quiet waters which leave me feeling uncomfortable,
for
I prefer the noise of dangerous waters.
He
restores my soul, which I continually damage with wrong choices.
He
leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake;
yet
I'd rather take my own path of self-righteousness for my name's sake.
Even
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death by my own choosing,
I
fear everything,
for
though you are with me,
I
do not trust you.
Your
rod and your staff, they frustrate me.
You
prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies,
and
I am too busy in the kitchen to sit down.
You
anoint my head with oil, and I'm concerned with how I look.
My
cup overflows, and I am anxious if there will be enough for tomorrow.
Surely
goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life,
and
that's hard for me to accept.
I
believe that dwelling in Your house forever
is
for those who are more worthy than I.
Dear
Lord, please help, for I am a mess!
Eli Machen
