Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

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.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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