Had I Not Been My Own Shepherd

Had the Lord been my shepherd, I wouldn't be in want.

For I led myself to what I thought was greener pastures

And now I cannot afford to pay the water bill

Neither am I enjoying the manicured green lawns -

They have signs "KEEP OFF GRASS" all over.

I watch how onlookers enviously admire,

If only they knew what is behind my smile.

Had the Lord been my shepherd, I wouldn't be thirsty.

For I led myself to what I thought was quiet waters

And now I cannot seem to capture the so desired

The more I accelerate towards it

The further it runs away from me

Thirstier and drained,

I now figure it's a mirage on my path.

Had the Lord been my shepherd, I wouldn't be in fear.

For I led myself through the valley of the shadow of death

And now I cannot figure out what is going on

Neither can I find my way out nor my way back

Darkness engulfs my already beaten soul

I can hear voices approaching from a distance

And am so sure that is not my help.

Had the Lord been my shepherd, I wouldn't be in shame.

For I prepared a table for myself, in the presence of my enemies

And I cannot stand the ridicule and the humiliation -

Coz my cup runs dry.

Neither can I utter a word of defense

Nor answer back their mocking.

Surely, strife and drama follows me

And I have dwelt in my desolate house

For some time.