1. Here we are, under this sky —
oh, what a land to live in.
How did we come to be in such a place?
A sky that talks day after day,
telling of endless glory,
the glory of God, the work of his own hands.

But how do we say our thankyous?
Anything would be far too small.
How do we show we care?
We could try to share.

2. Here we are, under your roof —
safe and secure you make us.
You are the rock, the centre of our land.
Jesus here, speaking our names —
oh what a gift his word is —
making us part of his own family.

But how do we say our thankyous?
Anything would be far too small.
How do we show we've heard?
We could spread the word.

3. Here we are, richer than kings,
all that we need provided,
more than enough for this life and beyond. Jesus' blood, shed on the cross,
healing our broken bodies,
filling us up with his new kind of life.

But how do we say our thankyous?
Anything would be far too small.
How do we pass it on?
We could sing his song.

1988. Written for the sesquicentenary of the Lutheran Church of Australia. I left Horsham at 6.40 am, early May, 1999. I noticed the sky already when I was packing the car. Deep, rich colours, lightening towards dawn. I had to watch the road, but I kept glancing off to the right to see the show. Too little time to appreciate all that beauty . . . And thinking: we humans seem determined to ruin as much of this glorious gift as quickly as possible; instead of enjoying it, we rush about trying to destroy it! How do we say our thankyous? By conserving, not exploiting. By sustaining, not exhausting.

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.