Jesus, Saviour Of Us All Poem by Gert Strydom

Utterly busy people pass me in the street
with faces full of worry and some do glow
and there are tokens on everyone I do meet,
signs of hardship, of misery and woe

and I hear babies for their mothers cry,
this country's leaders words and acts appals,
and hapless people over their lives sigh
with corruption even in the city halls

and at churches still songs of You I hear,
but how teenagers and grown up children do parents curse,
people rush on into self loving bliss are unaffected by another's tear,
barely do notice the AIDS pandemic's hearse.

Yet You are present in the heart of every man
and in the greatest trouble You are near,
even with the people that others do avoid and ban
who are manacled by their lifestyles and by great fear.
© Gert Strydom