For my Old Friend, and  a True Warrior.....

The Great Father above is a Shepherd Chief.
    I am His, and with Him I want not.

He throws out to me a rope and the name of
   the rope is Love, and he draws me to where
the grass is green and the waters not dangerous.
        I eat and lie down satisfied.

Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down,
but He lifts it up and draws me onto a good road.
     His name is wonderful.

     Sometimes, it may be very soon, it may be
         longer,it may be a long,  long time,
He draws me into a place between the mountains.
     It is dark there, but I'll draw back not.
            I'll be afraid not, for it is
        in there between the mountains that the
          Shepherd Chief will meet me.
     There the hunger that I have felt in
  My heart all through this life will be satisfied.

  Sometimes he make the love rope into a whip
  But afterwards He gives me a staff to lean on.
    He spreads a table before me with all kinds
   of food. He puts His hands upon my head
      and all the "tired" is gone
   My cup He fills till it runs over.

  What I tell you is true. I lie not. Those roads that are
       away will stay with me through this life,
  and afterwards I will go to live in the big Teepee,
and sit down with the Shepherd Chief forever.