When The Red-Day Comes I Do Pray Poem by Gert Strydom

I
When the red-day comes I do pray
let your light and love come to the hearts,
when I do cover my face with my own hands
and destiny do astound me to brokenness,
a young man out of a car screams at me
then I wonder which demon does ride him,
then I pray that You do jerk him in his own tracks
where I am away from the road and he is passing,
where without reason people do loose control of themselves
do think that they still can assault, berate and curse me,
then again as if holy do stand before Your omnipotence in church
when in a way I am only searching for Your will and a way out
or even leave threats as comments at my poems
You do notice in my life their fierce hatred.


II

Still I do wait on You to fulfil Your will
as all of these things I have given into Your omnipotent hands,
while I still hold back to take action against them
as it's not I that do keep stirring the conflict,
even when they do want to jump out with fists against me
I know that You will truly accomplish Your omnipotent will,
when they get a black man to phone me
as if I am picking his wife up at a street corner
as You do know how sincere and dedicated I am to You,
You do give me words and do bring my life to meaning,
when they try to begrime my humanity in any way
my trust in You, do still stand strong
and I do know that those that fall in Your hands have no outcome
but that You do remain righteous and full of love.