I’m struggling a little, I’ll say it, be blunt About what’s happening in India, where they’re bearing the brunt The weight of the suffering, we see it, we know That they’re stuck, they can’t breathe, they’ve got nowhere to go ‘I can’t breathe’, now if you recall that’s a phrase That we heard quite a lot, dating back to last May George Floyd, Black Lives Matter, it was only last year That nine minute video got us hooked – now we’re here And I know that it’s different, but there’s something the same It’s not about feeling bad, finding someone to blame It’s about trying to connect with the pain of another Imagining it, feeling it, for my sister, my brother Cos we’re one global family, and if we’ve got heart and soul Then if part of the body hurts, we feel it, the whole So let’s not wait for one icon, one publicised case When we see the pain etched on a suffering face And let’s not forget we have Asian friends here Let’s feel for their anguish, connect to their fear You know, when it comes to relating to pain That our God’s got it down – sends the sunshine and rain On the good and the bad, and when a small sparrow falls He notices and cares, and he doesn’t have walls Between people or nations, more ‘worthy’ or less In his eyes we’ve all got great worth, and I confess That the change that I most want to notice and see Is for us to follow his example – that’s you and that’s me
Father God, you see and hold our past, our present, and our future. We lay them now at your feet.
We bring to you our past… that bittersweet mix. Memories to hold, though some leave us cold. Of all we have tasted, nothing is wasted, The good, let us keep; the rest, let it sleep. What didn’t go to plan, like tracks in the sand, As tide fills the bay, may it be washed away.
We bring to you our present… The psalmist longed to dwell where you dwell, Father we do as well. We bring you our brokenness, our pain, our fragility Confess that our hope does not depend on our ability, As secret spring sap starts to vivify the tree May your Holy Spirit now fill and flow in me, Our cold and damaged parts and those afflicted by life’s storms, Like Narnian statues, be revived! – by Aslan’s breath that warms.
Father we bring to you our future… the way that lies ahead, Each smooth or rocky road, every path that we may tread, Like that ancient star of Bethlehem, your light before us gleams The place of desert drought you make a place of streams, In you we find our faintness fades, on wings like eagles we rise Fresh fortified for joy – and trial – that now before us lies.
For BBC Local Radio Sunday Service, 24th January 2021