A dream once held, will last forever.

The Refining Fire

The Refining 🔥 Fire

Do not envy the world — its gold shall rust.

Do not fear their scorn — their power is dust.

I am forging a people not of pride,

But of purity — faith refined.

The hardships you bear are holy tests,

not curses, but chisels upon your breast.

Each insult, each loss, each lonely stand

is carving My likeness by My hand.

For I am not seeking comfort’s heirs,

but cross-bearers — faithful prayers.

And you, Afrikaner child of clay,

have been chosen to walk this way.

14. The Promise of Restoration

A day shall come — not by sword nor might,

but by Spirit and truth, by holy light.

When farms once barren sing with life,

When children worship without strife.

When your language, once despised,

shall rise again — sanctified.

When your faith becomes a bridge, not a wall,

And your witness brings revival to all.

Then shall the nations see and say:

“The Lord has remembered them this day!”

And My Spirit shall pour upon your land,

as rivers flow through desert sand.

The Lord never sleeps nor slumbers. The Shepherd of Israel is their Comfort in these dark times. Maranata