Apocrypha: Psalm 77 Poem by Gert Strydom

Where in my life I now count the hours,
days pass while mornings come and go,
where You do turn my life around and do repair it,
even when I fall and have to try again.
Through the dark nights you do stay with me,
bring to me liberty from oppression,
do notice my tears and heartache when intense I cry,
you are with me glad over Annelize,
you notice what we say with each phone call.
I am still someone that matters to You,
even if I cannot my the past turn back,
it is You that constantly repair my life:
where You do view me as Your own,
right through life do assist me.