My mobile is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
It makes me lie down in last minute holiday hotels,
It leads me by quiet traffic routes,
It refreshes my email.
It guides me with news of celebrity gossip for their names' sakes.
Even though I walk through the darkest corridor,
I will fear no evil,
for it is with me:
it's ringtone and touchscreen,
they comfort me.
It prepares an excel table before me
in the presence of my finances.
It anoints my head with music;
my earphones overflow with Tim Keller sermons.
Surely it's goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my battery life,
and I will dwell in the monthly contract until I'm due an upgrade.
HT: Andrew Baughen