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Praying with the hands wrung together. While the big calamity is circling closer and closer. In a great longing, they sing in prayer. Humble we now stand before You so small and insignificant. Oh God, how deeply are we suffering under Your Judgment chastisement? Therefore, give us direction and bring us relief. Under world-obligation we stand in total disillusionment.

Praying with the hands wrung together. In longing we sing in prayer. Once upon a time You have found Jacob in the desert-land. You brought Israel to cool water streams. Through Your unprecedented love, Sion has always been protectively surrounded. Your Holy angels fed Jerusalem on honey. You, Yourself, have saturated her with heavenly wheat. Therefore, will you kill Your oppressed, trampled volk’s enemy? Will You bring Your true, chosen volk back from foreign land again?

Praying with hands wrung together, the Boer-volk is singing in humility. Oh God, in our heritage, we are standing as stranger. The revenge in retribution only belongs to You. Therefore, let everyone know, we are standing under Your protection. We, the sole, insignificant, trembling shelter in the end-time wind. We that want so bitterly much to find our way back to You. Yes, to You, our Heavenly Father, as Your Godly child.