Poetry

Gert Strydom


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5 march 2013

That night

That night when the last rays
of the sun
were fading before the stars
He knew
that His own end
here on earth was drawing near,
that He have got to die
and again rise from the grave.
and it was no secret to Him
 
and when they came with burning torches
right up to Him,
when Peter draw his sword
He stretched out His own hand
in a gesture of peace,
attached the ear of Malchus
again to his head
and still those officials
wanted to nail the Lord God
onto a cross.






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