The Covenant Struggles
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The Temptation of Peace
Many have come to them with a smile, saying,
“Lay down your cross, come join our feasting, stay in
our circles of power, our modern delight —
no more old hymns, no more holy fight.”
They offer ease, applause, and worldly peace,
but peace without righteousness is disease.
And I, the Lord, look upon them with grief —
For myself, children wrestle with unbelief.
They fear the loss of language, land, and name;
They fear the torch of heritage dimming to shame.
But greater still is the loss unseen —
When faith becomes pale, and compromise is clean.
4. The Cry from the Farms
In the misty mornings over the fields of maize,
A farmer kneels and whispers in praise.
He feels the soil — dry as a psalm unsung,
His eyes lift upward, though his back is wrung.
“Lord,” he says, “they mock our ways,
they call Your name old, and Your Word decayed.
They tell our youth to dance with idols bright,
to forget the cross, to follow the night.”
I hear him.
The tears that fall on Afrikaner ground
are counted in heaven; each drop resounds.
For faith kept under pressure gleams like gold,
and I am not done with this nation of old.
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