HERE WE ARE

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.


 

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.