Where The World Hits Me Down

Where the world hits me down
I ask you to see me as your own
and make my free from all iniquity,
O God, have mercy on me.

When my whole world suddenly wavers
I still see your stars in their glittering behaviour
and I beg do not pass; let me your face see
O God, have mercy on me.

In my country there is desolation and unrest
and still I am asking you to bless,
keep me from wretchedness free
O God, have mercy on me

My lot is the conclusion of my apostasy
and daily I still see your delivery
while here I am confessing before you in transparency,
O God, have mercy on me

When in glory I stand in grace
then my eyes will be on your face
and in your presence I will have no other plea:
O God, have mercy on me.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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