Gert Strydom, 17 marca 2015
I believe there is a place called Zion
that was prepared by Jesus, who is my Lord and my God.
where joy and happiness does without end go on
and through the trials and tribulations I will go dry-shod
and even if other people do think it odd
He has changed my heart that was as cold as stone
and even if I am laid beneath the earthly sod
by His blood for my sins He did atone
and I will see His loving face
when the Lord Jesus does come
in a act of amazing grace
from that great Zion to take me home
and now a love that is unequal and divine
Jesus has made mine.
Gert Strydom, 17 marca 2015
The smell of baled cut hay,
cut cornstalks, fuel from drums
the hot tractors cooling down
and in the semi-dark the hoard
of farm implements,
with a cold cement floor
under your bare feet,
to me it was like Aladdin’s den
a place where useful magical things
of great value were stored.
Gert Strydom, 16 marca 2015
Even if you life is ravaged by sin
and you do not know where you do fit in
God’s love reaches out to the depths of the heart
and causes a new life to begin.
Gert Strydom, 13 marca 2015
(After Dylan Thomas)
Time held me
while I was still young and green
not yet knowing the man
that I was destined to be.
Time held me
while I was forced into war,
even before by law I could drive a car
and from the military
I though I would never be free
and even in every victory
the tentacles of death
had destruction to the inner core.
Time held me
when I went to study at university
met a girl and fell in love
with someone really pretty
and the summer, the sun
the beach and sea
seemed like a lot of fun
as if my life had only just begun.
Time held me
while she had eyes green as the sea
but I did not then see
that destiny had its chains
clasped around me and from it
I would never be free.
Still time is holding me,
clasping my spirit, my body and soul
and while the winter is setting in
it still sometimes feels
as if life has only just begin.
[Reference: Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas. “Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.” Dylan Thomas.”]
Gert Strydom, 12 marca 2015
When the night takes you away,
drags you deep into sleep
how is it then for you?
Are we still walking together
like those who are wooed on the beach
with your hand finding mine,
are we blinded by the breeze on the beach
that goes whirling around us
or are we again etched off like those that are single
in a dark gloomy sketch
that you draw with a pencil
with the darkness that swallows me?
Here I am and not even far away
and are not locked into a monastery
and I do remember you
where you are part of me
as if your humanity
is tattooed into my thoughts
and in the depth of the night
I do wonder about you, about your dreams
if I am also in them?
Gert Strydom, 11 marca 2015
Eagerly I want to share my thoughts with you
of things far past just imagining,
of things that lay so deep in my heart
that I do not always know how to express them
and I want to tell you about the depth of my love for you,
and tell you of that which lays inside me
but it’s as if time passes far too quickly,
before I can share the essence with you
but do know this:
that our love which is so intense in my heart
brings holiness, nobleness and purity to every thought
and does go much deeper than mere meaning
and that I do struggle to find the words
for the unsaid things that our love does confess.
Gert Strydom, 9 marca 2015
I see shadows everywhere,
one fallow me
but the rest
just image off the things in my life.
Still love fills me
and is now more than just
another thing leaving its mark
since it’s part of every word and deed.
Gert Strydom, 6 marca 2015
Wild aloes, some proteas grow along the forest path,
some mushrooms are sprouting near to it
and doves sit cooing in trees as if in love,
the sky is hued with a deep blue
and a light wind rustles through the trees
like a new visitor coming to watch the picture perfect view
with the ocean lying far below, clearer than jade
your hand in mine, with sweet promises made.
Gert Strydom, 5 marca 2015
On a cruel cross Lord, my sins became Thine
and were all the riches and power of nature mine,
nothing would befits You as a gift
and never could I repay a love so unblemished and divine.
Even if life does me degrade and around toss,
when I look on that terrible cross,
I can only give myself as I am
as the value of all other things are at a loss.
In my mind Your own suffering and pain
does continually remain
and although Calvary does my heart sting
Your cruel death is to life my greatest gain
When if only for me
Thy life was given as guarantee
to pardon a life unwholesome and full of iniquity
and now forever from sin I can be free.
Gert Strydom, 4 marca 2015
No whip has ever lashed
such an innocent man
who did choose to suffer punishment
as the Lamb of God
where He could have called upon
legions upon legions of mighty angels
to come to His aid.
No nails have ever pierced such mighty hands
that created all that is,
that controlled the wind and waves
brought healing, food and life
to mortal men.
No thorny crown was ever set
on a more noble head
as a mockery to being king
while He is and had been the Lord of lords
and even can wake up the dead
and His kingdom is everlasting
No God has ever love as much as this
and made the punishment of all sinners His
and soon in the clouds he will come
to take us to our eternal home
and with my own eyes I will see
His love and great mercy.
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