Everywhere around me, with nowhere any blessings anymore, I see a man of God, he is standing alone. I see the entire world is opposing him in everything. But around the man, so beautiful and serene, I see angels weeping enraptured over his courageous stance. I see the man, they take his land, his ground, his precious peat. I hear the Voice of God: Stand your man and resist. Know oh Boer, My big Blessing, will again rain down on you.

Everywhere around me, I see the sky, so grey and bleak. I see a woman of God, so courageous and faithful. While she holds Sion’s banner and her flag high, proudly. She stands for God and volk, without hesitation, with no regret. I hear her weeping: When we have finished crying and mourning, will we build from our ashes again? I hear the Voice of God calling: Oh courageous Boer woman. Look, I will let My middle sun shine again, just for you. I will create a New Sunshine Day for you, so pure, so beautiful, so bright blue.

Everywhere around me, I see white child upon child. Yes, children that death could not devour. I see satan bound in his own hell. I see a volk, no longer blind. I see a nation, with their purpose found again. I see Sion’s flag flying in a freedom-wind. I hear God’s voice calling: Oh My chosen Boervolk, I am kind to you again.