Psalm Of The Black Sheep Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The Lord that is my shepherd
Has gone after a lost sheep
But I shall want not
For a gentle shepherd is come
Who make in green pastures lie
And hop too- the meadows thro
He leads not only by still water
But sate thirst with spring
He restores' my soul
And other lustful desires smothered

The new good shepherd
Leads me in good path
And for his name sake
Doors are opened (Illuminati)

Though prior,
Good paths be Death Valley
Of gleaming shadows
But even there
I fear foul not nor hell
For disease and death
-Be my shepherds' cousin

My shepherd is with me-
His rod and staff comforts deeds
Though not as gifted free will
He bring adversaries to kneel
And prepares tables before-
In enemies presence
-Brother sheep and wolves
Shackled- I made them my stool
He anoints my head with oil
Letting lips thrive well in buss

Surely, goodness, mercy, daisy rose
-Follows only not
But grasp and cuddle also-
All days mine living
I shall dwell in thrill ever, ever

Amen