(in answer to W. H. Auden)
Even if by the stars I am smitten
and they do not know or care
if I am on my very way to hell
there is One right there
who do know me very well,
of His great love in His word is written
and by the small things in my life daily I can tell
that He does know when I do fail and when I do excel
and for my sinful love of Him there is no rejection
as the originator of the whole universe has affection
for a poor sinner just like me
as He does care for me daily
even when my world is turned upside down
He does still treat me like His very own.
[Reference: "The more loving one" by W. H. Auden.]
© Gert Strydom
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