Sotho Hymn 63 Instant

“Ntate Mofokeng,” she gasped. “My little one. Letseka. He has a fever that will not break. The clinic is closed. The roads are mud. I ran all the way. Can you… can you bless him?”

And as he stepped out into the star-filled darkness, he was humming. Not perfectly. But truly. Sotho Hymn 63— Morena Jesu, ke rata ho phela . Lord Jesus, I want to live. sotho hymn 63

Mofokeng opened his eyes. He looked at the baby. The child’s breathing had deepened. The flush on his cheeks was softening. Mamello wept quietly, but now it was the weeping of relief. “Ntate Mofokeng,” she gasped

Mofokeng did not move. His hands, gnarled from a lifetime of digging the hard Highveld soil, rested on the wooden pew. “Father, I am not here for the class.” He has a fever that will not break