Wynand Johannes Louw, 6 august 2013
Oh look how far the might have fallen,
look how far my idols descend.
Crumbled down from my pedestals again,
all my heroes and models and “friends”.
Oh look how far I have fallen again,
buried once more in the dust –
the wake of my hands’ “glorious” work,
drowning in choking despair.
How am I still acceptable to Thee?
Why do You not turn and run?
This mercy I still do not understand,
This mercy I long for again…
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