A Conversation With God - Poem by Gert Strydom
Everything that I posses does not belong to me
but is a sign of Your love and great mercy
and even all my great and good deeds
do not make me free of Your crucifixion or of blame
and even though I do possess fame and respect,
that which I can become
is only the blessing that You do pour down upon me
and all of my existence,
even the most brilliant thoughts in my mind,
that which do carry meaning for me
You my Lord, do provide before I can ask for it
and does only come as a gift from Your hand.
Your great care is wherever I am
and You do regard everyone that I meet as Your own child.
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