In the bleak winter

In the bleak winter
when water is ice
and hard as rock,
God still rules supreme.

When the shadows
of life fall over me
and I see darkness appear,
it’s still the voice
of my Lord that I hear.

When great illness
and trepidation comes my way,
still will I stay
on the narrow road
and pray my prayers to Thee.

What ever befall me
no fear I will know,
but just the light
of Thy word
will set the way
that my life shall go.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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