The Lord is my playing partner, I shall not want for weekend morning tee times
He makes me lie safe in green fairways, he leads me safely outside water hazards
He restores my mojo, he guides me down righteous cart paths in his name.
Yea though I slice into the valley of the shadow of double bogey, I will fear no rough for thou are with me. Thy hybrid and 7-iron, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a match for me in the presence of my competitors, thou anointest my head with sunscreen, my cooler overflows.
Surely pars and birdies will follow me all the days of my life, and I will be scratch into the clubhouse of the Lord forever.