Apocrypha: Psalm 49 Poem by Gert Strydom

With the grace and mercy of the Lord God
I wish to you the crystal-bright morning sky,
the doves that coo in love in the berry-trees,
the bees that buzz on the morning breeze,
for your life to feel endlessly
for you to be very happy.

May God bless you,
turn your world around to make it beautiful,
may He alone be your guide
and lead you to a place in eternity.

May every dream unfolds as a blessing
and that blessing become reality,
may it now to eternity fall on you:
with a much better day on every morning.
© Gert Strydom