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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 may 2014

My Lord, sometimes it feels

My Lord, sometimes it feels
as if I am going through the most difficult times of my life,
as if alone I stand in a place of destruction
and as if I am constantly drawing fire from my enemies
but small things tell me that Your hand does cover me
and every day my life does continue
on a unknown undiscovered track
and constantly I have got to leave a place of safety
but when I do look up I see Your shadow falling over me
and at the very brink I do find an answer
and it’s as if situations do come right
when I do expect distending fire to start
and in the valley of death You do still lead me on
and constantly I am astounded by Your salvation.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 may 2014

Sometimes

Sometimes when you smile
life changes for a short while
and I am thrilled to be in your company
to see the world the way that you see it.

Sometimes when you sleep
little furrows creep
all across your face
and you are somewhere in a different place,
but still there’s a kind of amazing grace
in the comfort that your hand clings to mine
while maybe to you the TV is only a flashing line

and then there are sometimes moments that last
that lingers on and on or at times flies past,
when our lips do meet
and in a way you make me feel complete.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 may 2014

There are times that my whole world does change

There are times that my whole world does change,
that I am without any friends,
where my career comes to a standstill,
where deliverance looks like an unreality
and I do not comprehend
the up and down interchange of life
and then I do come upon my knees in front of You
and ask for Your salvation,
and then I want You to help me to believe
and to teach me to trust.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 may 2014

Some of the best things in life

Some of the best things in life
come from their own accord and are free
like the sun hanging in the blue sky
and so it’s also with you
who have grown fixed to my life
and without being asked without me knowing
you do carry me in prayers to God.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 may 2014

My Lord, today I did realize

My Lord, today I did realize
that Your feet do fit in my cursed shoes
and suddenly the thought did come to me
that Your death and my baptismal wash my life clean
that whatever comes on my way
You do stand in the breach for me
and the small things in life did astound me
and although I do not always understand the way that life goes
I do constantly look at your tracks
that leads me through the dangerous places
and even when the path forward looks impossible
You do at the right time help me to avoid calamity
and Lord, now I know that You are a reality
in a broken world full of darkness


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 may 2014

To you whose name is noble

(in answer to Vernie Plaatjies)
 
Past the blue sky, moon and stars
I long for you
when the morning breaks
when the night spreads out her cloak
 
you are still far too distant
(even when you are right here with me)
as if life, destiny are in control
and as if I am extradited to seasons
 
as if even love, the act of making love,
the beautiful deep adventure
that binds us both together
may be devoured by the schizophrenia,
the madness of our existence
and as if everything with time falls apart, are set to decay
 
but still with every breaking day
when the sky folds her dull blue cloak around us
I do cling on to that which is between us
to the hope, the knowledge
that love is a stable thing
coming out of the hand of the omnipotent Lord
 
and just where you are
you do know how I feel about you,
how full of deep meaning
my words are.
 
 
[Reference: “Gedig vir S” (Poem for S) by Vernie Plaatjies]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 may 2014

My Lord, faith is a path

My Lord, faith is a path
that spirals up to You
on which at times I do stumble and fall
and then do get up again to head on.
 
It is much more than only to know that You do exist,
It’s to know that You do want to and that You can
and that You do want only the very best for me
 
and it’s difficult to become selfless like You,
to lie down my own will to You and for others
and sometimes I do struggle to understand
how my life does still fit into the world
 
and sometimes it’s as if I do look into a mirror
to only see what it does reflect,
just to see how my own life looks
without the power to look further on
 
but love has got the ability
to hope and to trust
that at all times You do know the best.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 may 2014

I asked God for a wife

I asked God for a wife
and then you came
to fight for me and pray with me
and together to cry and laugh
and to understand
without any words being said.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 may 2014

There are many things in life that bring heartache

There are many things in life that bring heartache
and sometimes when I talk to You it feels as if I am not get through
as if only the four walls and do hear me
but then unexpectedly Your answers do jump into my way.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 may 2014

Silhouette on the quay

While walking in the winter twilight
rain pour down without any lightning
and there is a curtain of rain and fog
that folds tightly around me
with a chill gnawing at my jacket
while few people dare to go outside.
 
Around me the world is closed and grey
while the waves crash and break constantly
and I see you lonely standing at the big wharf
while water hits foaming, breaking in anger
and you fade away for moments in the mist
while few people dare to go outside.
 
I wonder for what ship you are standing waiting
where you do not regard the coldness, the fog and rain
while you stare away past the most distant horizon
where the water gleams dark and ominous
and the rain does soak my clothes wet
while few people dare to go outside.


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