When Your stars do burn bright in my heart and words,
do take my mind,
let my humble words come from You
and do lead me on the way by the hand.
Help me at the gate of the city
where it does look out over the distant road,
to stand as your watchman
as You do love everyone
and help my words to be endless without fear
and do lead others to You and to heal their souls
as life is but a dark way
where I do only want to be one of your children,
let your torch shine so bright
that I can draw others with Your endless love.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a heartfelt prayer, Gert... a full 10++++