Apocrypha: Psalm 40 Poem by Gert Strydom
Apocrypha: Psalm 40
My Lord, my prayer rings in Your ears
and without your help and friendship I am lost,
speechless I am in my own inability
and my misery and cares Your eyes do see.
In a world full of injustice I have been born,
lies and gossiping slander go out before me
and it feels as if nothing and nobody can stop it,
just in You there is deliverance for me
and without your help and friendship I am lost.
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