Stan’s Corner, Thursday, September 22
Native American 23rd Psalm:
The Great Father above is a Shepherd Chief. I am His, and with Him I want not.
He throws out to me a rope and the name of the rope is Love, and he
Draws me to where the grass is green and the water not dangerous,
And I eat and lie down satisfied.
Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down, but He lifts it up again
And draws me into a good road. His name is Wonderful.
Sometimes, He makes the love rope into a whip, but afterwards he gives me
a staff to lean on.
He spreads a table before me with all kinds of food. He puts His hand upon
My head and all the tired is gone. My cup He fills till it runs over.
What I tell you is true, I lie not. These roads that are away ahead will stay
With me through this life, and afterward I will go to live in the Big
Tepee and sit down with the Shepherd Chief forever.