Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 25,424 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Compass - Poem by Gert Strydom

Will You be my compass
that always gives true direction,
even when its dark night around me
to help me find direction again
while the thunderbolts fall around me?

If the stars are torn loose
from the heavens
and the moon shines its last rays
and mercy for sin
disappears from You
may I be in Your heart
and read love in Your eyes?

When the sun turns for the last time
around its own axle
and rise scorching,
would You then fold your hand about me
and still keep me under Your protection?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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