Apocrypha: Psalm 92 Poem by Gert Strydom

You bring to me a new pure sincere cloak
where You do know the best ways that I must go,
from Your life, blood, flesh and righteousness is every stitch
embroidered with thread that cannot break
and if I think that You do me forget,
if I get dirty and stain my life
You come to cover me with You clean cloak,
You do even change my name that it means child of the king,
where You do know the best ways that I must go.