The Earth is my Mother
I shall not want
Her hand brings forth the green pastures
She tarries within the still waters
She leads me in fields of fuitfulness
for my Glory
Yea, as I walk though the summer of life
unto death
I will not be afraid
for You are with me
Your womb in the earth
will enfold me
You prepare a havest before me
and bless my home with children
You fill me with milk and honey
My cup overflows
Surely, goodness and beauty will nurture me
all the days of my life
and I will become part of the earth forever
by Karen Dzubur
