This Morning Six Thirty We Drive Past A Church Poem by Gert Strydom

This morning six thirty
we drive past a church
where a lot of cars are already parked.

While we pass the church
I wonder about what
the people are praying
and I think that they
must truly be Christians.

The church has a neat yard
and looks out of place
in the inner city where everything dilapidates
and I hear a song softly
that people
is busy singing
and then I know that Gods amazing grace
goes through every thing and every place.