Gert Strydom

There are times that I do not notice You

There are times that I do not notice You
when a friend is robbed in his own house,
when another motorist tries to push me off the road,
when a toothache almost drives me off my head
 
but then the weavers and sparrows in the garden
chatter and twitter
and the doves sing their songs of praise
about everything that comes from Your hand
 
and the deep red colour of roses do astonish me,
and I notice an iris flowering unexpectedly in spring,
and a bush of daisies carries yellow and orange flowers
and it’s as if the daylilies dance in the wind
 
and with every beautiful sunrise
I experience Your presence
and know that the powers of darkness
are increasing their rebellion
 
but that You are still standing omnipotent at my side
and the impression of Your love is in everything around me.

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