Where These Problems I Do In Your Hands Lay (Couplets) Poem by Gert Strydom

To me the president looks weary and trouble-torn,
as if many worries had his brave spirit outworn

and humbly I do for him and Your guidance pray,
that You will enlighten each and every day,

where no antidote do this virus supersede
and of great leadership this country is in need

but You do appoint persons to a time and a place,
can also the impact of this pestilence totally erase

and where scientists and great men are perplexed,
You know how to solve it, what to do next,

You do have all the knowledge and great wit,
to fathom anything, know how to encounter it,

and I do pray that You act in the best way,
where these problems I do in Your hands lay.

[Poet's note:In this poem I am talking as a South African although this prayer goes
much wider than only South Africa.]
© Gert Strydom