Obama is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Government maketh me to lie down in green pastures: case-workers leadeth me beside the still waters.
Government restoreth my self-esteem: bureaucracy leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no tea-bagger: for government art with me; government’s rod and staff they comfort me.
Government preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: government anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely welfare checks and subsidies shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in public housing for ever.
(OK, now I feel kinda icky)
Others could do better with the wording, but you get the point.