Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 30,073 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

To Me His Presence Is A Mystery - Poem by Gert Strydom

When havoc and disaster came my way
upon a tranquil sunny summer day
I had blamed God for being absent,
of my accusation He was innocent;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery.

I looked for God, Him I did not see,
His image, His presence eluded me
but I found His tracks everywhere,
in everything lovely His hand was there;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery

There was great beauty in a lone thrush
singing all the world to a holy hush,
the pattering rain brought along new birth
while He continually blessed the earth;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery.


Comments about To Me His Presence Is A Mystery by Gert Strydom

  • (12/13/2011 2:39:00 AM)


    'There was great beauty in a lone thrush
    singing all the world to a holy hush' Very nice line, Gert! ! ! <><
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 13, 2011


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