Die telefoon sit laag
Buig jou knieë teen jou maag
Praat met eerbied en ontsag
Sonder die grootmond se lag
Alles wat jy wil hê moet jy vra
Sonder om aanhoudend te kla
Dank Hom vir die seën
Vir alles aan jou geleen
Bely jou sonde voor Hom
Vra Hom wanneer Hy kom
Bid Sy Bloed oor jou
Om jou op te bou
Die knieë pyn en die rug word seer
Wanneer jy van Sy liefde leer
Maar die vreugde is groot
Wanneer jy weergebore word
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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