The Rock - Poem by Gert Strydom
Departed species are caught
to eternity in stone
and the mastodon, Compsognathus, Archaeopteryx
are forever frozen like plants, trees
and marine life buried in shale,
limestone and sandstone.
Yet, the rock of the ages
are still sheltering me
from the impact of destiny
in a world of sin
where the havoc
of life wants to enter in
and alone by His sacrifice
I am totally free.
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