Apocrypha: Psalm 41 * Poem by Gert Strydom

My Lord, You do promise to straighten paths,
I beg You to heal me from my sin
where in the iniquity of others their hate lies on me,
where it's as if I do only know the bitter side of life,
it's only You and Your angels that protects from catastrophe,
in extreme times miraculously bring liberation
and in a world of darkness I want to sing of You,
You do know the secrets and the core of each issue,
I beg You to heal me from my sin.