Your stories tell our lives

JESUS, YOUR WORDS, repeated by your friends

retold, reworked, interpreted for ears

unused to Midrash, used to meet the ends

of politics, and altered through the years

to build a church you had no mind to found

create a Christ you made no claim to be

still with an own-life in our hearts resound

inspiring us with truths which set us free:

Your stories tell our lives, dare and invite

affirm our shadow-selves and offer light.


JESUS, YOUR DEATH, through ritual mystified

as though some merit from your blood accrued,

transformed as though your being crucified

was an unusual fate; as though imbued

with an unwonted grace; as if some powers

(the sacrificial lamb led to the knife)

led you somehow to better death than ours,

a martyr's death, exalted over life

Yet still your body, lowered into earth

affirms in us the promise of re-birth.


JESUS, YOUR FRIENDS, awash with guilt and loss

needed to find some meaning in their pain,

found their salvation in an empty cross;

in mourning, shared your life, saw you again:

Your words inspiring them to spread the news,

Your vision showing them that living starts

where love is shared, when power is rightly used,

Your spirit, resurrected in their hearts.

We share our stories, selves; grief, celebration:

affirm through love ourpowers of re-creation.



Lyrics by Bronwyn Angela White

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 New Zealand License

This is a work in progress. I hope to fine-tune the melody and complete the hymn tune soon...