Upon This Earth Poem by Gert Strydom

I
Upon this earth's war torn tormented sphere,
I a mere mortal sinful man You do hold dear
when villains do surround me with vicious plans
right at my sight in mortal danger you are here.

II
Even in times of torment pain and loss
when others do away their faith toss
You do remain my one faithful friend
who through all dangers walks with me across,

III
even when on earth I serve an ungrateful boss
and earthly sin do shine with a kind of sheen and gloss
You do expose the real honest truth
just as in love you did bear that terrible cross.

IV
In your heart there never is any fear
and You are forever to me very near
even in death from you I cannot hide
and daily you make my way open and clear.

© Gert Strydom