My Lord, I ask that you give me life,
that You do determine my days over again.
I am a sinner and punished severely
where now purposeless I wander through life
are confused by the words of my beautiful wife,
where my days and nights are full of pain.
I do not understand for a time undone
where a marriage suddenly disappears,
where at a time there had been blissful fulfilment
as if it hangs petrified for a time.
Where she does not say how long she wants this,
I am caught in how she wants things to be.
I ask that You do shorten and straighten my way,
let all of my days be only dedicated to You.
© Gert Strydom
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