While Angels Were Singing Songs Of Praise Poem by Gert Strydom

While Angels Were Singing Songs Of Praise



nobody heard God the Father cry,
when His only begotten Son was burrowed to man
and later was nailed to a cross as the scapegoat,
had been sacrificed for everyone

and I wonder about that kind of love
that full of omnipotence and knowledge
come to suffer selfless
and as a human I am missing in a world full of sin.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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