Vain Are The Words And Deeds That Are Mine (Rubiyat Sonnet) (4) Poem by Gert Strydom

Vain are the words and deeds that are mine
when they are not inline with Thine
and in this life when things go really bad,
when little by little my faith does decline

You are the omnipresent Deity
that does daily dwell with me,
who with selfless love brings me back
to answers that I did not see

and although it feels as if I am on my own
You do never leave me alone
and when all people do me forsake
You are still my friend, the only one

and although I daily struggle to survive
You do continually bring sense to my life.

© Gert Strydom