1. O dearest Jesus, with your body broken
God's final sentence, God's last word, is spoken. We see with eyes that know about your crying, your crucifying.

2. Why did they mock you?
Why did people jeer you?
Aren't you the king?
The whole world should have cheered you.
Ah, but our hearts are cold, and we are blinded, so evil-minded.

3. We made your crown with
thorns from deep inside us,
hammered your hands with
nails no-one supplied us.
We need no help to stage a crucifixion — it's our affliction.

4. Yet, by your dying death has been defeated.
Life was destroyed, but life has been created.
One final cry, and though your life was ended
we were befriended.

5. Sleep, dearest Jesus, sleep until your waking.
When morning comes this
old world will be breaking.
Death cannot hold you. Death is not that clever.
God lives forever!

Alternative Verse 4 & 5

4. Yet by your dying you have drawn us near you. In your distress we love you more than fear you. Lonely we are, but now your life has ended
we are befriended.

5. Sleep, dearest Jesus, sleep until your waking. You rest in peace, but still our hearts are breaking. Take all our tears and comfort us in sorrow
until tomorrow.

1982, 1988. In 1977, we did a special service on Palm Sunday evening which retold the story of Jesus' passion with drama, narration and music and made use of special lighting brought in for the occasion. We did the same style of service on many subsequent pre- Easters. In recent years it has been done every year on Good Friday evening. These new words to this old song were written for 2 of these services. We use the song virtually every year. It translates well to a band, and it's good to use this great melody of Johann Crüger, one of the greatest hymn tune writers ever.

2021 - Where do we go from here?

Breezin' along in my Japanese coupe, breezin' along with the windows down. The dog keeps sniffing the air - he's got an empty head but he's alright. We've got time to spare, time to get where, we don't know, and who cares?

And the days go fast and the nights go faster
Lord, where do we go from here?
Lord, where do you want me to be? (© Robin Mann 1972)

Some questions keep on coming, and this is one of them.
The pandemic has put a hold on so much, and while Australia is in a better position than many, uncertainty remains.

Two weeks ago I  finished a song 'In the year that's coming'. It ends with:

May your love shine through us,
every day renew us,
keep on coming to us, 
stay with us
in the coming year.