patrick 2N MD
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I found this on the net and thought you guys might like it.
A Psalm of David.
23:1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters. [1]
3 He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness [2]
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, [3]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely [4] goodness and mercy [5] shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell [6] in the house of the Lord
forever.
another version!!!
The Ford is My Auto, I Shall Not Want Another
The Ford is my auto, I shall not want another
It maketh me to lie down beneath it.
It soureth my soul, it leadeth me
into the paths of ridicule for its name sake.
Yea tho I ride through the valley,
I am towed up the hills.
Thy rods and thy engine discomfort me.
I anoint my tires with patches,
my radiator runneth over.
I repair blowouts in the presence of my enemies.
Surely if this thing followeth me
all the days of my life,
I shall dwell in the bug house forever.
A Psalm of David.
23:1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters. [1]
3 He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness [2]
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, [3]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely [4] goodness and mercy [5] shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell [6] in the house of the Lord
forever.
another version!!!
The Ford is My Auto, I Shall Not Want Another
The Ford is my auto, I shall not want another
It maketh me to lie down beneath it.
It soureth my soul, it leadeth me
into the paths of ridicule for its name sake.
Yea tho I ride through the valley,
I am towed up the hills.
Thy rods and thy engine discomfort me.
I anoint my tires with patches,
my radiator runneth over.
I repair blowouts in the presence of my enemies.
Surely if this thing followeth me
all the days of my life,
I shall dwell in the bug house forever.