Gert Strydom (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)
In The House Of My Father
In the house of my Father there is a place
for each one that comes to Him
and constantly I am astounded by His love and sacrifice
but sometimes I want to hide my life and cover it
as I am stained by my own conceit
and now in my years of old age
I am longing back to the days spent with Him
while time is drawing a line through my years
and I realise that I want to embrace Him
but sometimes I do not know where to lie down my head
when I walk along the dark road of life
but my hesitation is only for a short while
before I want Him close to me
and wherever I am His house always stands open for me.
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