Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,043 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

On A Cruel Cross Lord - Poem by Gert Strydom

On a cruel cross Lord, my sins became Thine
and were all the riches and power of nature mine,
nothing would befits You as a gift
and never could I repay a love so unblemished and divine.

Even if life does me degrade and around toss,
when I look on that terrible cross,
I can only give myself as I am
as the value of all other things are at a loss.

In my mind Your own suffering and pain
does continually remain
and although Calvary does my heart sting
Your cruel death is to life my greatest gain

When if only for me
Thy life was given as guarantee
to pardon a life unwholesome and full of iniquity
and now forever from sin I can be free.

Topic(s) of this poem: God

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about On A Cruel Cross Lord by Gert Strydom

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/4/2015 11:36:00 PM)


    In my mind you won suffering and pain......wonderful realization. Lord sacrificed for human beings on cruel cross. Nicely penned poems hared really. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015



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