The Library of the Soul (Your Own Psalm 23)
by Bryan MilesWatching the birds
Do their own special dance
Chirping a song
From branch to branch
The leaves sway slowly
In the softness of breeze
The music of the wind
The waltz of the trees
Sunlight kisses
The waters of the pond
Ducks swirl and play
Near the ballet of a swan
The cat-tail flow and flurry
Like a hand on piano keys
Sitting in silence
Your heart falls to its knees
A symphony of praise
Not every man can see
Restoring the soul
Your own Psalm 23
Homeless and cold
Scuffing down the street
Your view from behind
The sadness of feet
Cracks in the sidewalk
Seem to crawl on his hands
The wrinkled of life
In the hour glass sands
You catch him by the arm
And give him a treat
Your paper bagged lunch
Something to eat
You talk for a while
Sitting on the stairs
He wraps around your heart
And he'll stay in your prayers
He leadeth you down
The righteousness path
Your own Psalm 23
Where your soul takes a bath
Alone at your desk
Meditating on your read
The wisdom of God's word
Will lovingly lead
Beside the still waters
And the green pasture's graze
His rod and His staff
Brings peace to your days
You bow your head in prayer
And speak to the Lord
Communion with Christ
Can be every man's reward
In your quiet time together
And the bending of your knee
He will meet you where you are
Your own Psalm 23...
