Apocrypha: Psalm 39 Poem by Gert Strydom
Apocrypha: Psalm 39
My Lord, You do hear my prayer
and without Your help and friendship I am lost,
speechless I am in my own inability
and my misery and worries You do notice.
In a world full of injustice I was born,
lies and slandering-gossip goes out before me
and it feels as if nothing and nobody can stop it,
only in You deliverance has to me been allotted
and without Your help and friendship I am lost.
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