Though passioned prayers may storm the gates of heaven
for those who linger long in sinking shade
though shattered lives may yearn for resurrection
yet see all hope for mercy fail and fade
though those who sit and wait at vacant tables
with empty arms that ache through passing years
through many anxious nights remain unable
to dream while grief returns to harvest tears
I know because of him who grants me value
that even if there is no convalescence
faith moves away from certainty of rescue
to certainty of his persistent presence
for all that in this life seems so ambiguous
his lasting love will always be continuous
© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026
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