The Lord is my Shepherd and you are a snake.

While I lie in the grass you lurk and you ache.

When you're hating on me I restore in the lake.

When I offer you peace, you avoid my handshake.

Your vengeance at Christmas was icing on the cake.

The Epiphany was my wake!

Anointed I am and you are just fake.

My cup runneth over. Your venom can't take.

Goodness I'll make and you I will rake.

God won't foresake.

The Lord is my Shepherd and you are a snake.