Indian Version of
The Twenty-Third Psalm

The Great father above a Shepherd Chief is.

I am His and in Him I want not.

He throws out to us a rope and the name of the rope is Love.

He draws me to where the grass is green

And the water not dangerous.

I eat and lie down and am satisfied.

Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down.

He lifts me up again and draws me into a good road.

His name is Wonderful.

Sometime, it may be very soon,

It may be a long, long time, He will draw me into a Valley.

It is dark there, but I will be afraid not,

 For it is in between those mountains that the Shepherd Chief will meet me.

The hunger that I have in my heart all through this life will be satisfied.

Sometimes He makes the love rope into a whip,

But afterwards He gives me a staff to lean upon.

He spreads a table before me with all kinds of foods.

He puts His hand upon my head and all the "tired" is gone.

My cup He fills till it runs over.

What I tell is true, I lie not.

These roads that are "away ahead" will stay with me through this life.

Afterwards I will go to live in the Big Teepee

And sit down with the Shepherd Chief forever.

~Isabel Crawford~