Opens your mouth,
demand (so you wrote it then) of meboldly
on my fidelity covenant.
all that you missing,
I grant, if ye besee,
mild and abundant.
Grandpa also said it was right. If you only opened your mouth wide enough, God would definitely listen. I had to point at my baptized forehead, and God would immediately realize that He couldn't get out of it. Not as an automatism, it didn't work that way. After all, the case had already been decided. Election called you that, and that was nice. Because that's why you could just plead at your baptism, and if God would save you, it would be his work. Couldn't help, because it was there before I even got there. It was right like a bus, because I didn't know any better.
When I went to the kindergarten, the Queen Emma School in Rotterdam, there was soon a beautiful Christmas tree in the classroom. And we learned songs with it. “O fir tree, how beautiful your branches are” and “Silent Night”. There were no reformatory schools then, so my parents should take that for granted. Otherwise, there would not have been a fir tree. I liked to reverberate them, the carols. Even then I thought - unlike everyone else - that I could sing beautifully. Coming home I sang it to Grandpa: He came to earth for all of us (3 x). I could have known. That was wrong and before I knew it I was telling Miss the Cow (that's her name) that Jesus had come to earth only for his chosen ones. These kinds of songs weren't right, and the Christmas tree isn't really right either. Only Grandpa knocked, and my mom and dad were a bit too. At Grandpa I was allowed to sing psalms, even when I went to watch the puppet show with him about the Coolsingel in Rotterdam. Or if we were on the bus. Grandpa was a true believer. In the election, but also a lot of other things.
Just to be sure the whole picture. I'm really on it myself. Maybe a search tag. I don't remember any of the other kids where they ended up. They're all around 66 years now. Queen Emma Storage School Rotterdam Zuid.