pastures, valleys

i need, but have no need,
for my waiting is beside still waters.
the waters seem to rage.

i want, but have no want,
for my cup overflows--
the cup seems rather close to empty.

the pastures seeming greener when i close my eyes are pastures where you
lead--have led--will lead.

are these pastures--
are these pastures darkened valleys,
where i'm climbing all uphill?
for i ever sense the presence of my enemies.

o shepherd, shepherd wise and near,
lead me so my eyes perceive, with ears attuned to all the mercies of your presence
on this path.

o shepherd, shepherd,
yea though i walk,
thou art with me

thou art with me
and i will not fear.