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North American Plains Indian Version of Psalm 23

The Great Father above is  a shepherd Chief.
I am His and with Him I want not. 
He throws out to me a rope and  the name of the rope is love and  He draws me to where the grass is green  and the water not dangerous,  and I eat and lie down and am satisfied. 
Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down but 
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’ll be afraid not,  for it is in between those mountains  that the Shepherd Christ will meet me  and the hunger that I have in my heart  all through this life will be satisfied.
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 and after;  and afterwards I will go to live  in the great house and sit down  with the Shepherd Chief forever.

—Isabel Crawford (Missionary to the Indians of the plains)