Apocrypha: Psalm 93 Poem by Gert Strydom

Where I constantly find myself in a dry desert,
when merciless the sun shines down in the wilderness,
it is You that go out to find me, a lost human being,
in Your eyes I always remain the lost child
and You do become my source of life, my fountain,
the one that stops my hunger and quenches my thirst,
where all of Your plans are for my benevolence,
You let my pain and heartache and sorrow disappear,
when merciless the sun shines down in the wilderness.
© Gert Strydom