The arms of God

 The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He maketh me fall down
Placed rocks on the pathway
So that I could trip and fall
Tumbling all the way to the bottom
Where I lay cut and blood drenched
Alone in the crevasse
These days and nights
Thirst and hunger upon me
I arose and sought shelter
Then in a dream
A ghost and spirit
shouted out to me
"you who are hurt come forth"
And I did, I went forth
Into the arms of God