Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd...
  O God, she can no longer speak for herself.
  Care for this least sheep.
  Give her green pastures to rest in.
  Hold her soul in your love.

Yea though I walk through the valley of death ...
  Cover her, O God, in your grace and hope.
  Banish her sins.
  Chase away evil.
  Hold her hand as she walks through the valley.

Thou prepares a table before me ...
  Annoint her, O God, with your tears.
  She waits.
  O! Her soul waits
  For your eschatological feast.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me ...
  O God, lift her up.
  Walk with her through the veil.
  And let her dwell in your Paradise
  For all eternity.

©2012, John A. Mills