Apocrypha: Psalm 68 Poem by Gert Strydom

Where You do draw me constantly much closer to You
like a father You want to draw me against Your chest,
it's You that gives everything that I have and I am
and I know that in this severe time You do still care,
while humanity under a virus does bend down.
You do know my ancestors from Adam,
nothing does pass You by through the eons
and in days of prosperity and of misfortune
like a father You want to draw me against Your chest.
© Gert Strydom