Chris van der Westhuizen

Hoe durf die winde my murasiekleed
Verweer in stormhaal, vol blou leed!
Hoe durf die stof vol haat en nyd
My wit verf kom bemodder!

Niks wil niemand rein hou nie,
Alles wil almal laat berou.
Maar ek, ’n klip in hierdie muur,
Sal stewig en sterk bly staan.

Storms sal ek trots afweer,
’n Ander sal ek nooit begeer,
Want jy's die hoop wat my laat wees -
Die sement in hierdie muur.

Voor jou, voor ons, sal ek
Nooit nie, nooit nie vaal,
Want geen storm is te groot,
Niks kan my fyn maal.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1997 (4de Jaar)

Temptation

How dare the winds tear my wallcloth dress,
Worn by storms, stained with blue distress.
How dare the dust of hatred and spite
Mud the white paint that once shone bright.

Nothing wants to leave a soul unstained,
Everything drives hearts to feel ashamed.
But I - a stone within this wall -
Will stand steadfast, unshaken, tall.

I’ll proudly turn each storm away,
No other love will lead me astray.
For you’re the hope that keeps me whole -
The cement that binds my soul.

Before you, before us, I vow:
I will not falter - not then, not now.
No storm too fierce, no force too great -
Nothing can break or shake my state.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1997 (4th Year - Translated from Afrikaans)