Poetry

Gert Strydom


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18 april 2016

When I do find no place of peace (sonnet)

When I do find no place of peace
then Lord, You are a place of rest to me
and in the depth of pain and disease
You do from all evil set me free
 
and in the depth of all my woe
when it feels as if I am dead,
when my hope and strength is low
You do still clear the way ahead,
 
even when it seems as if my world is destroyed,
when it seems that all that matter is gone,
that life is an endless bottomless void
then You do still lead on
 
and when my heart is broken and full of fear
You still do control my life’s tormented sphere.






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