Apocrypha: Psalm 81 Poem by Gert Strydom

My Lord, where lights cover every city and town,
man does not anymore find for you as God a place,
as if there is no wonder to the desert and the ocean,
as if man on his own want to go through life to places.
Where the firmament up to infinity stretches out,
Your heavenly-lights almost eternally do burn in space,
where You do control everything with Your omnipotent hand
and want to draw each person closer in love to You,
man does not anymore find for you as God a place.