A lily in the valley of death
Will fear no evil,
For the Gardener is near,
With his trowel and hands 
He cultivates her.

He prepares the soil for her in lovely places 
where briar and bramble can’t reach,
Showering her with rain and sun
So she may bloom abundantly 

Surely, her place is stable and
Her roots are strong,
For she grows in the land of the Gardener
Who shall care for her through the end of time.

A poetic retelling of Pslam 23:4-6 by Mary Tait.