Words, Words And Only Words Poem by Gert Strydom

When all words are said and done,
when every opportunity is gone
to live in peace, to find harmony
maybe I will be the only one

who will still pray on my knees,
begging for Your mercies
as I have seen the ravage that war brings
and know the insecurities

of manmade solutions that do not hold
even if at truth's very threshold,
and no words might be necessary
if Your love can unfold

and turn our own upside-down world
back to what it is supposed to be.