(Pencil Sketch)
Die beker waaaruit ek moet drink
loop soms oor met genade
terwyl heimwee en herenineringe uit die smaak weerklink
selfs die bitter en gal sluk ek vasberade
uit U groot genade.
Soos die jare verby stroom
kom daar nog bekers, nog stoom
Elke beker bietjie anders
maar steeds dieselfde so seker soos die see se branders
Mag my hande nie wankel, my beker nie val,
net die stoom verstaan my donkere dal
HERE gee my genade en help my met elke teug
Translation:
The mug from which I drink
sometimes overflow with grace
whilst nostalgia and memories echo's from the taste
even bitter and gal I swallow with desperation
everything YOUR grace.
Whilst the years steam roller past
there will be more mugs more steam
every mug a bit different
but still the same as sure as the sea's waves.
May my hands (grip) stay firm, my mug not tumble,
only the steam understanding the darkness I'm in
GOD please give me your grace in every sip I take
