Freedom (In Answer To A.G. Visser) Poem by Gert Strydom

Lord, You have formed our nation,
out of various nations You have built the Afrikaner nation
and led them miraculously to here.

The command comes from You
to get a own freedom,
that urge resides in You
and then our people trekked north
with some up to the equator,

defying barbarian, beast and every other danger
and at the onslaught at Blood River You became involved,
even when the British tried to force us into a kingdom
we later got our freedom, but now:

we are trampled; some of our people are scattered worldwide
and the urge to be free comes out of Your hand, almighty Lord.


[Reference: Vry! (Free!) by A.G. Visser.]