The Light [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

Lord who decreed
and all things had become,
you who exist separate
from the machinations of time,

are not bound by years,
who seasons does not bind,
who forged space, the universe
and its glittering stars by your words

that is filled with power
immense without end
come to me a mere rebellious child
and help me understand my destiny,

help me see the way that you have set
be my brilliant ubiquitous light
that leads me on the true and only way
dispelling the darkness that encompasses me.