safety catches me out
with out
a net
and though I pass through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil:
the rod and staff, that discipline I know
the green pastures, the still waters,
and the unquiet ones too.
And you, who prepares that table
in front of my enemies;
you, who replenish me again -
make me grateful for the journey.
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