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When the stars’ light fades in the brilliance of the morning sun, the Boer people are limping but they rise proudly from the dust again. A portion of them give God His honour and praise again. And in the Hymn of the Bridegroom He courts Sion, His beloved, once again.

Therefore sing, O Jacob, sing aloud your joyful song of praise to your God. Behold, the New Jerusalem is already gathered on the Holy, Set-apart Mountaintop. Yes, on that day when the illusory glow of pride will fade before the light of humility.

On that day the Boer volk will emerge again into a true, pure, sincere, patriot. Therefore lift up your head, O Jacob. And listen, your Saviour stands knocking at your door for the last time. He calls and whispers: Listen, O Sion, the four horses of Revelation are already running at full gallop.

The executioner stands ready with his sickle and his noose. Therefore there is no one who can turn or stop the falling scales over twenty-twenty-six. This is the year of the final choice, for time is up. So, who will you choose oh Jacob, do you stand behind Lucifer or do you choose without hesitation your Only God?

The sheep are now separated from the goats, each in his own flock. The earthquakes become rough, with mountains exploding into volcanoes. Likewise, the tsunamis are no longer stopped by Grace. The storms are fierce and rude, with giant hailstones crashing down.

The drainage systems of the cities become clogged. That is why the skyscrapers turn into uninhabitable structures and slums overnight. Large ships are cap-sized in the ocean by waves, or is it by bombs? As a result, the good wheat and grain in certain places completely run out.

A deadly plague unexpectedly reappears globally. Hurriedly, multitudes attempt to become preppers overnight. Assassinations in political circles become very common and are carried out by the mafia mob. Once again, planes start crashing and death takes its fatal toll.

But when the dark, dark night’s stars dim their light, to fade in the brilliance of the new morning sun. On that day the Boer volk rise again out of the dust of the earth, limping and trembling but proud before the Face of her God.