Poetry

Gedigte

     
     
 

When will we ever learn - Frikkie Truter

 
 

The Lord spoke to me,
called me softly.
He urged me to hear,
shouted in my ear.
His touch was so soft I could hardly feel,
then He hit me hard so I became ill.
Never did I realize
He wanted me to have the prize
and all I ever had to do
was to admit:"Lord, I love you!"