The great maker up in heaven my shepard is. I belong to him. When I am with him I want not. he throws out o me a ripe and the name of the rope is love, and he draws me, and he draws me gently, to a place where the grass is green and the water is not dangerous and I hear and lie down satisfied. Some days I get very weak and fall down but he lifts me up and gives me new life again. he leads me into a good trial. He always keeps his word. sometimes, it may be a little time, a long time, a long, long time, I don't know. he will draw me into a deep place between mountains. It is dark there but I will pull back not and I will be afraid not for it is in there that the great shepard chief will meet me and then the hunger that I have felt in my heart all through this life will satisfied be. Sometimes he makes the love rope into a whip but afterward he gives me a good stick to lean on. for me he sets a table with everything good to eat on it. He puts his hand on my head and all the "tired" is gone. He fills my cup till it runs over. what I tell you is straight. i speak with one tongue, I talk two ways not. all along the trail ahead I will have good things and afterwards I will move to the big tepee with the great shepard chief.

by k.b. woodruff