There’s a shore
There’s a shore
on the other side of destiny,
where forever I hear
happy voices singing
praises to the Son of man.
I simply cannot understand
how an almighty God could choose
to become a frail man
and live a selfless life,
in the way that the Messiah did.
The depth of His love
still shines like the sun and will
forevermore remain immeasurable,
while His sacrifice remains
the key to freedom and eternity.
poem by Gert Strydom
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