PSALM 23 REWRITTEN
Financial stress is my shepherd,
there’s never enough to pay the bills.
It keeps me awake at night.
It leaves me paralyzed with fear.
I’m worn out just thinking about it.
It drives me to do things that don’t honor God.
We’re so far in the hole,
we’ll never dig ourselves out.
I’m so scared to death,
I feel so alone.
The bill collectors keep calling,
they make me feel so ashamed and helpless.
I don’t know how we’re going to
keep putting food on the table.
You gives me a constant nagging headache,
My tank is completely empty.
Surely this struggle and anxiety will haunt me
all the days of my life.
And I will dwell in this state of restlessness
and despair forever.