His Dwelling Place Poem by john (called jack) wren

The Lord is my Shepherd, my King of King's,
Who bestows on me an abundance of things;
I'm fulfilled and sheltered in pastures green
And take in His drink to wash my soul clean.

My spirit now refreshed I walk in His will
To honour His Son whose name I fulfil,
Through dark shadows I walk cheerfully
For I fear no ill when He treads with me.

His rod protects His staff gives support
In His loving heart I am His only thought,
I sit by His side at the Feast of Creation
And my enemies cry in deep lamentation.

My cup overflows with ineffable love
My soul gives thanks to those above,
I am filled to the core with His grace
And rest in peace in His Dwelling Place.

Psalm 23