A hymn for new beginnings, and for my friend.

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Written for my very dear friend, Ric, on his appointment as Director of Mission, Ministry and Discipleship in the diocese of Newcastle. The text responds to 1 Kings 19, and more broadly to the whole Elijah story.


A hymn for new beginnings
(for my dearest brother, R.P. Whaite)

Speak to us, Lord, in your whisper,
speak to us your words of peace;
let us find in fire and earthquake
calm for fears and pain’s release.
Speak to us in your creation,
speak in beauty, wind and flame,
feed us with the earth’s good bounty,
nourish us to praise your name.
 
Speak to us, Lord, in your angels,
comfort us and soothe our dread.
May they bring sustaining shelter
Word of life and daily bread.
Feed us, Lord, that we may journey
onward in the strength you give.
Feed us with the bread of angels,
heal our hurts and let us live.
 
Speak to us, Lord, let us listen,
call us into fuller life.
Send us to bring hope to others,
speak your words and share your light.
Send us with your angel-helpers
holding fast to words of love;
bring us when our journey’s ended
safely to your home above.
 
tune: Blaenwern 
1 Kings 19

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