Psalm 124: Waves of Endless Mercy
His hands were tightly clasped, and they were closing round my neck,
My world began to swirl and whirl, my eyes saw dots and specks,
A flood began to sweep away my feet from off the floor,
But then the Saviour of my soul came bursting through the door.
He could have killed me there and then, that would have been my end.
His anger was so fierce and sharp, no one could comprehend
The madness of his raging hate that swallowed me alive,
With bitterness and violence that took all by surprise.
But in the major scheme of things, he cannot have his way,
For even if he takes my life, God has the final say.
My symphony of silence ends with thunderous timpani,
As waves of endless mercy all come singing over me.
Dedicated to the Persecuted Church.
© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2025.
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