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the penultimate WORD
Series 2007 -
June/July
The Irvine Tartan • My monthly column in The New Brunswick Anglican |
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Weave our varied gifts together; knit our lives as they are spun; on your loom of time enroll us till our thread of life is run. :William Whitla
Let Streams of Living Justice
Let streams of living justice flow down upon the earth; Give freedom’s light to captives, let all the poor have worth. The hungry’s hands are pleading, the workers claim their rights, The mourners long for laughter, the blinded seek for sight. Make liberty a beacon, strike down the iron power, Abolish ancient vengeance: proclaim your people’s hour.
The dreaded disappearance of family and friend; The torture and the silence: the fear that knows no end; The mother with her candle; the child who holds a gun, The old one nursing hatred; all seek release to come. Each candle burns for freedom; each lights a tyrant’s fall; Each flower placed for martyrs gives tongue to silenced call.
For healing of the nations, for peace that will not end, For love that makes us lovers, God grant us grace to mend. Weave our varied gifts together; knit our lives as they are spun; on your loom of time enroll us till our thread of life is run. O great Weaver of our fabric, bind Church and world in one, Dye our texture with your radiance, light our colors with your sun.
Your city’s built to music, we are the stones you seek; Your harmony is language; we are the words you speak. Our faith we find in service, our hope in other’s dreams, Our love in hand of neighbor; our homeland brightly gleams. Inscribe our hearts with justice; you way, the path untried; Your truth, the heart of stranger; your life the Crucified. Written as a response to Tiananmen Square 1989 Lyrics: William Whitla 1989 Tune: Thaxted by Gustav Holst 1921 Left-click your Mouse to open the Microsoft WORD file Left-click your Mouse to Open the Adobe PDF file Right-click your Mouse to download the Midi file
Photo credits: Ayutthaya by Lance Woodruff, Bangkok, Thailand, and his daughter Hannah Holly by Corina Samuel.
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