The paladin

That You provide for me, make plans for my life
according to coming events,
is what a person expects from an almighty God

but while my life is almost falling to pieces,
I am involved more by Your calling,
times passes quickly in day and night

and in my simplicity I wonder how much longer
I must alone keep the front
have got to protect the gates with the sword of the word

while hordes in the dark night are coming on storming
as if they are totally unstoppable?

It hurts me when people in rebellion against You throw words,
even try to trample, to ruin my own people
and where I see this happening their sword

has been drawn against me as well, I make it my calling, my work
to with words hit thundering hammer blows back
although I am standing alone against overwhelming numbers.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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