That the last chance for each demon to convert
was nailed with You on the cross I know,
and that they do live in people,
they keep those persons away from you.
I pray for liberation for them and for me,
I pray for my wife, who You to me bind,
that as was determined the hearts are Yours,
help her and me to find each other and You.
My times pass me silently,
where she is now estranging me from her,
act as if she does not love me anymore
and away from me is taking turn-off roads.
In Your hand are omnipotence and each beautiful thing;
I ask that You do bring her back to me.
© Gert Strydom
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