My Lord and God, Jahwé, Jesus, whatever man call you,
each human is rescued by You and not damned as You are true.
You created and people argue about Genesis and a big-bang.
You are eternal; the creator in whose hands life does hang.
You are the king, prophet, priest that in true love all things do,
where You are the source of life and all good things.
You bring from the nought meaning to human beings,
You said and it was and where You come from man has no clue,
each human is rescued by You and not damned as You are true.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem