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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 may 2014

My Lord, if I do forget that Your law

My Lord, if I do forget that Your law
do express Your character and love
let me then still experience Your grace
and give me the fixed faith of a child
although I am blinded by the darkness of my own sin.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 may 2014

Amor vincit omnia (Collins sestets)

(after Divena Collins)
 
Love is much more than only chemistry
a kind of binding, feeling that comes free
when two people are bonded forever,
their emotions, bodies come together;
when suddenly small things have some meaning
when love become greater than anything
 
There is something secret in each embrace,
the look, the expression on every face
in the kinds of words that people do say,
that affects the outcome of every day;
when suddenly small things have some meaning
when love become greater than anything
 
People change, act as if in wonderland
at times walk everywhere hand in hand,
find something really great in every kiss
as slowly life turns to a place of bliss,
when suddenly small things have some meaning
when love become greater than anything
 
[Reference: “Amor Vincit Omnia (Love Conquers All)” by Divena Collins.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 may 2014

My Lord, sometimes there is only silence

My Lord, sometimes there is only silence
when I do talk to You
and sometimes I feel totally abandoned by man and God
as if a cold unconcern
keeps hanging over everything
and its then that I do long
and do not know the reasons for each thing
while the machinery of destiny keeps measuring out life
and then I do wonder
 
but when I am full of questions
You do bring with small things still meaning
and on the very brink things do come right again
when You bring wonderful light in a world of darkness.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 may 2014

Some thoughts of you constantly do remain (Novelinee)

Some thoughts of you constantly do remain
about happy moments we both have known
as if I do long to see you again
and at the times that I am on my own
like secret perfume they keep lingering
with a own kind of sincere perfection
whenever I am away travelling
and then we still have the sweet connection
that only comes with a true affection.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 may 2014

My Lord, sometimes I do forget

My Lord, sometimes I do forget
that You do know about every feeling and emotion that I have,
that You do have knowledge of all things
and do have the answers even before I do ask,
 
that to be angry,
have heartache and even fear
are not necessarily bad
and even when I do miss the bigger picture
 
that You do still love me.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 may 2014

As a boy

As a boy I wished for the kind of skin
that never could get hurt.
As a boy I wished for for the kind of shirt
that mother would not have to rub in
to get rid of the dirt
 
and I wished to be as glad
as mother constantly was,
and constantly I wished I had
a living loving caring dad
but as the years of my life did pass
some were good and some were bad
 
and I started to understand and appreciate
how selfless mother loves me
and that the depth of her love was great
as the love of a mother is supposed to be.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 may 2014

Mother, far too quickly the days are running past

Mother, far too quickly the days are running past
and it’s as if it was only yesterday
that we did live in the old white house against the hillock
and in all of the bad times
I can only remember how you lead me nearer to God
but we cannot avoid the way that life goes
and yesterday is like water that we want to hold in our hands
and we see only flashes of the back of tomorrow
while we try to fit into the big old world
but as a mother there is nobody just like you.
 
Mother sometimes I struggle to find the right words
that tells about your sacrifices,
that tell how you are still selfless
and if I do not comprehend life fully
I can still in my fiftieth year go to you
and between us there is a tight bond
and how precious is every small thing
in the hands of your adult child.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 may 2014

About mothers

In most things I am free
to make my choice
but still she tries to guide me
with her look, with her voice
 
and I wonder why mothers
keep on bothering?
And to think of it, it isn’t surprising,
but till eternity they do the mothering thing?


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 may 2014

My Lord, when I look at the world around me

My Lord, when I look at the world around me
It’s a breathtaking beautiful place
that on no day looks just the same
and even though my life at time is stained with sin
You do still come nearer to me
and You do not just use pure logic of black and white
when Your blood does make me free
and everywhere there are coloured buds on the branches
where You constantly touch my life and the whole world,
constantly do bring better and new perspectives
to make life just better and better
and I see Your hand in every pretty thing.
Still You do remain near even when I do not understand
how things and events do make sense and to where life is going.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 may 2014

The light in the room is still grey

Outside the weavers are twittering
where they sing with joy in the branches of a tree,
children laugh at the neighbour’s quince hedge
while cars are passing one after another
and the light in the room is still grey with curtains closed
when sleep folds around you again.
 
Far away an old church bell rings constantly
to attract people in the city to the church.
It’s eight o’clock when I wipe the sleep from my eyes
when you turn around and make a whimpering sound
and the light in the room is still grey with curtains closed
when sleep folds around you again
 
When I bring you a cup of tea
the sun falls over your face on a spot
with a small vein beating in your neck,
for only a moment you look at me
and the light in the room is still grey with curtains closed
when sleep folds around you again


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