Hello, friends. Here’s a Mothers Day special, in honor of my own wonderful mother.
Here’s the text of that version of Psalm 23.
The Lady Is My Mother The Lady is my mother; I shall not want. She tucks me in between clean sheets; She reads me a story. She cleans the cut and binds on the Band-Aid; She combs down my hair for our name's sake. Even though I tremble and cry out in darkness, I will waken with relief, For you are with me; your hand and your voice, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me with macaroni and cheese in the presence of my siblings; You set fresh milk on the table, and only gently scold me when My cup runneth over. Surely love and generosity shall sustain me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the Lady for ever.