Apocrypha: Psalm 29 Poem by Gert Strydom

I want to thank You for the rain that falls on every summer afternoon,
for all of the countless small blessings,
for all of the fruit that this summer brings
and for every virtuous wonderful thing
as You are the God, the creator and saviour of the universe,
even from the catastrophe that befalls me You do bring forth beautiful things
where I stand mortal before You and for my own goodwill You do act,
I even want to thank You for the thunder that bangs outside,
for all of the countless small blessings.