1. In South Australia I was born, from the dust I was formed, like so many long before,
I have found a home.

2. Skin of black and skin of white, can what’s wrong be put right? Skin of yellow, skin of brown, can we make a home?
We have lived through fire and flood in the towns, in the scrub;
years of plenty, years of drought, still this is our home.
Can you teach us how to live together, how to cherish every patch of ground? Jesus, stay with us forever —
help us hear your unchanging sound.

3. Can we see the beauty still — Murray Plains, Adelaide Hills, southern beaches, northern skies — do we like our home?
Given to us for our good, can we share as we should, giving everyone a place where they feel at home?
Repeat Bridge & V.1

© Robin Mann 1985. Starting from the melody & words of an old folksong I was able to make a song about the place we live in, and love. And a prayer to do better at living here, looking after both the people and the place.


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.