1. They went to the garden, one less than before;
he tried to prepare them for what was in store.
Maybe they suspected and maybe they guessed
the soldiers were coming to make their arrest.
They went to the garden, they sang an old song;
last orders were over, last supper was gone.

2. We hear how it happened, again and again,
do we try to step back from now into then?
How would we have acted? What would we have said?
Would we have been Peter or Judas instead?
each one by the fire, just warming our hands,
we hear ourselves saying, ‘I don’t know the man’.

3. They went to the garden, how could they have known
we’d still tell the story two thousand years on?
They said they’d defend him, they promised to stay,
but sleep overcame good intentions that day.
They went to the garden, of course he was scared —
he knew death was coming. He prayed to be spared.

4. Betrayed for some money that never got spent,
no angels to save him from Pilate’s consent.
And though we would never have done it this way,
God reclaimed the world from the Devil that day.
They went to the garden, the day had begun
when evil was beaten, and goodness had won.

5. O Jesus, we act as if nothing has changed,
like heaven and earth haven’t been rearranged;
pretend that we’re better, and bigger, and more
— we seem to forget no-one’s keeping a score.
Help us to love bolder and freer like you;
to see and to hear and to speak and to do.
May all that you’ve given us keep coming through.
Goodbye to the old world — hello to the new.

© Robin Mann 2005

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.