On A Hill Under The Blue Sky Poem by Gert Strydom

On a hill under the blue sky
Your body once did bend under sin,
for long moments my glance were set tense,
did your crucifixion cling to me,

and I trusted my life anew to You,
while below Jerusalem baked in the sun.
On a hill under the blue sky
Your body once did bend under sin,

while I watched that city for moments,
and everything in the future I wanted to do with You,
in my ears was every curse and scolding
that after thousands of years still clings to the place
on a hill under the blue sky.