I walked in the wilderness
None beside me but my little lamb
He was meek and he was mild
He guided me
Though I thought I was the shepherd.
'Twas he who found green pastures
And the fresh burbling streams,
My lamb could find the right path
Even it were choked with weeds.
Yea, though I walked through valleys of shadows,
My crook and staff broken
On gloom-shrouded rocks I had not seen,
My lamb was beside me
Wooly bright, a comfort;
I feared for his small self, but
He was fearless and he was strong
He guided me
Though I thought I was the shepherd.
And when, in my pride
I thought to spite my enemies,
To lay a feast for them
The like of which they had never seen;
And when I found my pride was naught
That I had nothing to serve
My lamb sweetly, unhesitatingly
Offered his own tender flesh
My eyes filled to the brim, o'erflowing
And my enemies, now friends,
Had never tasted the like, for
He was good and he was gracious
He guided me
Though I thought I was the shepherd.
Obviously psalm twenty-three was used but I've also commandeered two scraps of William Blake's poem The Lamb, totally within copyright laws but acknowledging things is always nice.