Walk with me through that path
Oh Jesus, my strong Rock---
I am robbed, I am poor
Yet I will give my cloak
To those who have robbed me.
For my path is golden
Waters, clear, with cobble
Stones underneath. The black
Fish school through my flooded
Path, of clear goldenrod.
The sun beams. From foliage
In its nectar green, fish
Swim in their schools like black
Shadows which through golden
Streams is my narrow road
Of forgiveness toward those
Who have robbed me.