Apocrypha: Psalm 90 Poem by Gert Strydom
Apocrypha: Psalm 90
Your body is the bread and Your blood the wine,
constantly You are here in fellowship
and at times I find poor broken people on the street,
where I cannot leave them to mercy.
In my mind I see You appear in a crowd,
how You come to help with salvation,
where You do remain the saviour of humanity
and when I help it is the self that does disappear,
constantly You are here in fellowship
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