I was once well pastured

Grazed on fresh grass

Then quenched with water

The chosen easy paths. 

This deep dark canyon

And to stay my fears, 

His back is not sufficient –

I now must look to YOU,

Standing right by me.

Following YOUR staff,

I can see in YOUR face –

YOU want to set a festive meal

After the attacks are over

With ample oil and wine

All clear and All good

Hanging in the same space

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