The Concordia Choir of Moorhead, Minnesota, conducted by Rene Clausen, performs The Twenty-Third Psalm, composed by Bobby McFerrin (arr. Rene Clausen) at National Presbyterian Church, Washington D.C. on February 21, 2016.
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The Twenty-Third Psalm, Bobby McFerrin (b. 1950) arr. Rene Clausen
This setting of Psalm 23 is unique in that Bobby McFerrin has altered the original text, referring to God from a feminine perspective. As God is a spirit, and as God created both male and female, it may indeed be Mr. McFerrin’s view that the entity of God encompasses both male and female – a God who bestows unconditional love on all of God’s children. In his own words:
“The 23rd Psalm is dedicated to my mother. She was the driving force in my religious and spiritual education, and I have so many memories of her singing in church. But I wrote it because I’d been reading the Bible one morning, and I was thinking about God’s unconditional love, about how we crave it but have so much trouble believing we can trust it, and how we can’t fully understand it. And then I left my reading and spent time with my wife and our children. Watching her with them, the way she loved them, I realized one of the ways we’re shown a glimpse of how God loves us is through our mothers. They cherish our spirits, they demand that we become our best selves, and they take care of us.” – Bobby McFerrin
The Lord is my Shepherd, I have all I need,
She makes me lie down in green meadows,
Beside the still waters, She will lead.
She restores my soul, She rights my wrongs,
She leads me in a path of good things,
And fills my heart with songs.
Even though I walk,
through a dark and dreary land,
There is nothing that can shake, me,
She has said She won’t forsake me,
I’m in her hand.
She sets a table before me,
in the presence of my foes,
She anoints my head with oil,
And my cup overflows.
Surely, surely goodness and
kindness will follow me,
All the days of my life,
And I will dwell in a house,
Forever, forever and ever.
Glory be to our Mother, and Daughter,
And to the Holy of Holies,
As it was in the beginning,
is now and ever shall be,
World, without end, Amen.