Elke keer as ek U storie lees
Gryp 'n ysige hand my gees
Gebind deur die woorde van die Swart Boek
Bly ek na rede soek
Elke keer as ek U storie lees
'n Sprokie vir my gees
Van geboorte tot die graf
En rond 'n moord dit af
Elke keer as ek U storie lees
Verbly dit my gees
Want net anderkant die graf
Wag die ewige lewe my af
Vir die een 'n moordverhaal
Wat na die graf afdaal
'n Sprokie is dit vir my
sodat ek die ewig lewe mag kry.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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