The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
he leads me beside still waters;
he restores my soul.
He leads me in right paths for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff--they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
my whole life long.
Victims of riot, victims of racism,
wounded within, wounding to compensate,
We turn in our anguish to You,
Whole and Holy One,
Transform our constricted habits into tender tendrils seeking the light.
Crack open our hearts to each other and to possibilities
of bounty, of dignity, of love.
Grant us to know, sweet Source of Life,
that the sins of the fathers
need not define us unless we make them our own,
Need not limit us, unless we perpetuate them in our deeds.
Help us to see in each other
rich hues of color,
human eyes to see and be seen,
hands ready to join our own,
to fashion a future in which all can thrive,
in which all share joyous abundance,
in which peace and lawfulness
are both portals,
of simple justice.