Psalm 23
King of the Tat Version - Imagine Sam Elliott Speaking
I have all that I need & more,
a place to rest my head,
drink to slake my thirst,
food for both body & soul.
~
Who cares about the haters?
I eat the valleys of the shadow of death for lunch,
for I know who walks with me.
We been walkin’ together a long, long time
& that walkin’s good.
Care to amble along?
~
We take no prisoners ‘cause why bother?
Let them go their own way.
If they wanna hang around & glower, so be it.
But we welcome all guests
& the welcome is good,
the kind that lasts forever & ever.
About the Creator
Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock
Retired Ordained Elder in The United Methodist Church having served for a total of 30 years in Missouri, South Dakota & Kansas.
Born in Watertown, SD on 9/26/1959. Married to Sandra Jellison-Knock on 1/24/1986. One son, Keenan, deceased.
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Comments (11)
This is so powerful! Maybe I watched too many Walking dead but I just imagined this on the arm of the last one standing after an apocalypse!
As I walk through the valley of the shadow...do i find life or death. Is it my choice. Deep words to ponder.
That is a perfect tattoo!! Wonderfully written, Brother!
I just had a dream I was walking with Lemmy. We were in a small town where Dolores Wishman or somebody was filming a cheap, nudie exploitation picture. I got pissed when an old friend handed me a college textbook I took to be communist propaganda. I told him, "Here, you can keep this Red shit to yourself." Lemmy, in my mind, sort of transcends just being a dead rock star. He's a symbol of individuality and personal freedom, like Sailor Ripley's snakeskin jacket. Anyway, your poem and my dream seem to echo, ya dig? Good stuff, my man! Best regards.
Oooo, slake is a new word for me. Loved your beautiful poem!
Beautiful paraphrase.
Beautiful! I love it!
This is great Randy. I really love the highlighted line. Great take on the psalm and the challenge.
Whoa! This goes hard, Randy! Love this version of Psalm 23 ☺️💙
I most certainly like your take on psalm 23 And having such a good outlook on life
Fab poetry ♦️♦️♦️