supplication from a stupid sheep

You are my shepherd,

and in the right frame of mind,

I shall not want.

You've given me everything a sheep could ask for!

Grass to eat, a flock to hang with,

a good shepherd,

a safe bed at night.

And I love you.

But will you be mad with me if I run away?

Paranoid of the other sheep,

anxious that you are untrustworthy,

poisoned, driven mad by snake's venom flowing through my veins.

What if I run,

not just to get caught in brambles,

or lost,

but what if I run

to throw myself off a cliff?

Will you come and get me then?

Will you bring me back,

and bury my body?

When I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

you are with me,

your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Except when I think they're an illusion,

or the night is too dark to see them clearly.

You spread a banquet before me in the presence of my enemies,

but my food turns to ashes in my mouth,

and I can't raise the glass to my lips.

Surely goodness, mercy, your faithful loving-kindness will follow me all the days of my life,

but sometimes, in all the wrong circumstances,

loneliness batters me,

and I feel unaccompanied.

I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.