I reach to You Lord

My childhood prayers
so easily found there mark:

With childish faith in you
and David’s words to Goliath,
I walked alone in the dark night
as a child of your bright light.

Even in the fields of death
your mighty hand gripped mine:

Out gunned, out numbered
You helped us outsmarted the enemy
and gave victory,
in the face of certain death in adversary.

At times I sensed you by my side
as if You shadowed me:

But my life is in peaces
and I reach to You Lord,
but don’t any more know how
and my prayers do not feel as if they go
much further than the ceiling.

I reach for You Lord
in the darkness of my life
and still I look for You,
in every thing around me.

I reach for You Lord
and ask to help me pray
and believe like a child,
that You are there and true
and able to help
and that Your mighty hand
still reaches out to me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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