Before The Altar Of Life Poem by Gert Strydom

Before the altar of life
He stands with a bowed head
and nail marked hands spread wide.

Some prayers rise up to Him
and in the souls of others
there’s some cry out that He hears.

He stands there longing for the breaking day
when He will wipe all tears away
from the cheeks of those that follow Him

He was once clothed
in humanity and now is at His place
at the right hand of the Almighty One.

“See my blood and offering, ”
says He to His great Father
while they measure the insignificant lifes,
words and deeds of man.