the table

You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.

You are an ever-present help in times of trouble. You sustain me in the midst of being surrounded by an evil army. Sustain....not the meager things..not just enough...but a table. I eat my fill from the abundance of your house.

and it's all in the midst of my enemies. they have no power over his ability to sustain me. i have food that they know nothing about. his angels attend me. yea!