Apocrypha: Psalm 10 Poem by Gert Strydom

Where even my own poetry comes from Your hand,
You my Lord do constantly astound me with your love,
and as a steward over money, time, ability and talent
You do know about everything that I am and do get and by mercy it is free,
as everything that I have and am is Your property,
where constantly I am waiting upon Your salvation and Your Great Judgement Day,
as to everything painful and bad comes an end in Your omnipotence
and as a mere human about Your ways I am stupid,
You my Lord do constantly astound me with your love.
© Gert Strydom