Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

My Lord, when I look at the world around me


My Lord, when I look at the world around me
It’s a breathtaking beautiful place
that on no day looks just the same
and even though my life at time is stained with sin
You do still come nearer to me
and You do not just use pure logic of black and white
when Your blood does make me free
and everywhere there are coloured buds on the branches
where You constantly touch my life and the whole world,
constantly do bring better and new perspectives
to make life just better and better
and I see Your hand in every pretty thing.
Still You do remain near even when I do not understand
how things and events do make sense and to where life is going.

Submitted: Friday, May 09, 2014

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