Apocrypha: Psalm 17 Poem by Gert Strydom

In every small bird that watches me at the window
it's as if You do look at me with Your love
and like this the sparrow chirps, the dove does coo and the weaver twitter
while constantly I do think of You,
I see how You do entrust me with your love,
when the redbreast sing a song of praise before the rain,
when the doves constantly do sing songs to You
and I trust you like a father in all things,
it's as if You do look at me with Your love.