In The Bleak Winter Poem by Gert Strydom

In the bleak winter
when water is ice
and hard as rock,
God still rules supreme.

When the shadows
of life fall over me
and I see darkness appear,
it’s still the voice
of my Lord that I hear.

When great illness
and trepidation comes my way,
still will I stay
on the narrow road
and pray my prayers to Thee.

What ever befall me
no fear I will know,
but just the light
of Thy word
will set the way
that my life shall go.