Over the veldt rises the shy moon in a narrow yellow band
when like the flowering cosmos the stars stand
where the universe God do for His children prepare
while over you and me He takes great care
where everything is in His hand
and life is measured out only fleetingly
but everywhere I do God's love see
and His great mercy I cannot really understand
when like the flowering cosmos the stars stand.
© Gert Strydom
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