A hymn in anticipation of Advent - The crash of constellations
1 The crash of constellations, where prejudice divides, where love is torn and broken, where hatred still resides, is where we meet as equals and share what God has given, diversity in concord, a foretaste of God's heaven.
2 This is the time for praying, yet prayer is not the end, for reconciliation needs grace that God will send. And in that grace our vision, our eyes are opened wide, to see Christ in the other, and then we must decide:
3 Is love of God yet greater than human words and creeds? Is love of neighbour furnished by human loving deeds? And can we live together or must we be apart, because of human diff'rence though we are one in heart?
4 God give us grace to fathom the riches of your care, and then the strength to shoulder the ministry we bear; that working with each other acknowledging the worth of love we share together we'll spread your peace on earth.
One day, I dream, our children will not hunger – inspired by Zacchaeus
One day, I dream, our children will not hunger: when I have put aside my grasping greed, when neighbours are true friends we love and cherish, when hand in hand we meet each human need.
I long to greet that day when human crying is heard no more upon this ravaged earth, when children grow in hope and not in horror, not fearful of food’s scarcity or dearth.
I scan the distance, glimpsing heaven’s embers, an afterglow of all that might have been, reminding of what still might be before us if we can act with love within this scene.
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