Invocation (2) Poem by Gert Strydom

Invocation (2)



In childhood days Your miracles did to circumstance fit,
where just a word can enact life from death to reality
as things that do surpass all human science and wit,
the God that helps in dire need you still are to me.

The Prince of horror, darkness, evil and the air,
with his legions are active, busy and do dare

while unseen, hidden like a devouring spell,
to earthly life come havoc and a kind of hell

and the terror and horror by night and day,
do now with chaos with your people play,

where Lucifer acts as if he is You,
to turn mankind to him in all that they do.

I am but a sinner that does call on You the Lord of Lords,
to as Michael let every angelic being un-sheath their swords,

send Your legions to shield each person below, around and above
do come unseen to a devastated, evil, stricken planet with love.

Call upon Your heroic heavenly host to against Lucifer fight,
I pray that You will stand for righteousness and for what is right,

that against expectation You will act as You did in the past,
please do bring an end to this deadly virus that will last.

I have already lost someone that to me stood true to the end,
one whose love and friendship did not just pretend

but if this does not really fit into Your true plans and design,
Your knowledge, wit and intelligence by far surpass mine.

In childhood days Your miracles did to circumstance fit,
where just a word can enact life from death to reality
as things that do surpass all human science and wit,
the God that helps in dire need you still are to me.

This deadly virus do many people very much appal,
while Your love eternally goes out to one and all.

[Poet's notes: Psalm 91: 4-11 "He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.5 Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; 6 Nor for the pestilence that walketh at noonday.7 A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand, but it shall not come nigh thee.8 Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.9 Because thou hast made the LORD, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; 10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."]

Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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