A dream once held, will last forever.

The Eternal Covenant

So do not yield to the pagan throng,

nor fear their laughter, loud and strong.

For I, the Lord, am your Defender still,

though the world despises my will.

Stand firm, O remnant, small and brave;

Your faith shall outlive the world’s grave.

The powers of earth shall boast and fade,

but my covenant stands, unafraid.

I am the same — yesterday, today,

and I will keep you, come what may.

Though nations blend and morals fall,

My light remains above it all.

16. The Closing Benediction

Now hear My voice over the plains once more —

through thorn and drought, through open door.

Your story is not ending. It’s being refined,

for fire reveals the gold divine.

Afrikaner child, though weary and few,

you have not been forgotten — I walk with you.

Your faith, your songs, your steadfast stand

are written like stars upon this land.

So rise again, though shadows press;

Your hope is not in man’s success.

For the Cross still towers over your pain —

And the Lamb that was slain shall reign again.

The Dawn of the Covenant Flame

And the morning came, clear and wide —

The veld bathed in holy light, sanctified.

A young boy knelt with Bible in hand,

and whispered, “Lord, I understand.”

The promise lives — though unseen by eyes,

The covenant flame shall never die.

For where two or three in My Name remain,

There I am — through joy and pain.

And so the story continues —

of faith that outlasts empire and dawn.

For though the world may mock and sway,

the Afrikaner’s God still lights their way