Sometimes in the silence of a tranquil night,
it comes to me that You do determine each wonderful day,
I notice the redbreast and the weaver that do frolic,
how doves do in peace drink rainwater from Your hand,
in the veldt I hear the jackals cry and the hyenas laughing,
it's as if at night You do stretch out Your omnipotence above me
and in your might and true love then I do trust,
where I stand under the starry night-sky with awe and respect,
it comes to me that You do determine each wonderful day.
© Gert Strydom
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