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.