WHEN OUR LIFE BEGAN AGAIN

1. When his time was over,
the palms lay where they fell.
As they ate together, he told his friends farewell. Jesus, though you cried out for some other end, love could only choose a cross
when our life began again.

2. Secretly they planned it,
with money changing hands;
in the quiet garden a kiss betrayed their man. Priests and elders tried him,
soldiers crowned him king.
We were in the crowd that day
when our life began again.

3. Women wept to see him,
he said "Don't weep for me."
Many laughed and mocked him,
"Forgive them, they don't see."
Jesus, please forgive me, you know what I am; I was one who nailed your hands
when our life began again.

4. There was one who asked you,
"Remember me this day."
Jesus, when I'm dying, remember me that way. When my life is over, be with me, my friend, like the thief upon the cross
when our life began again.


1980. I rarely write words without having music in mind, and vice versa. But after I have an initial "song" I often start again with words or music. I wrote 4 tunes for this song before I got to the one it has now, and even then I wasn't very happy with it. It was only when Geoff Strelan suggested (a year or two later) changing the key to D minor (rather than E minor) that it sounded right.


Thanks ...

Last Monday, November 19, I got back home after a 4 week trip, mostly in Queensland.Only possible because of
Ray Shillabeer.
He's been my driver for the past 7½ years, for trips to Victoria, ACT, NSW and Queensland. He likes to label himself as 'Ray the Roadie', but he's a lot more than that. For the churches & schools I've sung at, we both set up the sound gear - the amps, guitars et al. He then retires to a back seat, while I sing & play. Afterwards, at schools, we take the gear down together. But at churches, he looks after the gear, while I talk with people & sell CDs & books. We get to stay with people most places , & we both love meeting people, enjoying their terrific hospitality.
This trip was his swan-song. I know he's enjoyed the driving & meeting people, but I still don't know how to say thank you. In his modest, self deprecating way, he'd reject the label of 'Servant of Christ', but he's been that for me, & together we've been able to serve people in many places.

THANKS, RAY!!