Apocrypha: Psalm 15 Poem by Gert Strydom

My Lord, from my childhood days I have seen You as my companion,
where as a mere child I hold fatherless to your strong hand
and where from prehistory You did reckon out my days
I ask You to protect my darling, as You do know what she means to me,
where day upon day you do notice everything in our lives and in the future
and my God where she is to me wonderful like Your angels,
nothing in our lives is for You a secret
and still day after day I want to entrust our lives to You
where as a mere child I hold fatherless to your strong hand.