In reading some prayers written in other countries I became aware that it didn't express the unique character of New Zealand, with our unique flora and fauna. AS this Sunday is forest Sunday I started to reflect on the wonderful variety of different trees and habitats we have, and wrote a prayer of thanksgiving and confession to express that. I humbly offer it to anyone who might find it useful and also offer it for critique and response... if anyone has a good source of such prayers and liturgy with a Kiwi flavour that would be great... of course if you don't have a cabbage tree in the car park of your church the last verse maybe have to be amended. I wanted to bring the prayer from images of our land to a concrete (well asphalt) reality for us here at St Peter's). Hopefully a reminder of the prayer as they leave...
From bush
clad hill
Mist filled hanging
valley
Farmland, Hedge
row and even back yard 
These bird
filled Islands greets you each fresh day
We join our
voices with that dawn chorus 
We give you praise O God,
We stand with
our forest land 
 Kauri, Rimu, Kahikatea and southern Beech 
like them we
stand in awe of your greatness 
Like them we
acknowledge your provision, 
Like them We
thrive because of good soil and sure water source 
We give you praise O God 
Like our rugged coast at high summer time 
Putting on the crimson Pohutukawa cloak 
We celebrate your coming in Christ 
We rejoice in the good news of your life death and resurrection
Your salvation has come to our shore and into our lives
We give you praise O Lord 
Like fern koru unfurling
Because of Christ we are filled with new life,
We reach up to give you praise
We reach out to share that life
We open ourselves up to know you more 
We give you praise O Lord 
We confess that we have not treated your earth with the care it
deserves 
We have exploited it for our own gain, 
Used it with no thought for tomorrow 
We have left it broken and littered it with our refuse 
We confess we treat each other with the same lack of care
Forgive us O Lord 
We see hope in the marginal land 
Clear felled, burnt or abandoned as no longer of use 
We see Manuka, Kanuka start to re-establishing the forest green
We know in Christ that as we confess and repent You forgive 
We know you are able to restore lush life in us again
Heal us O Lord   
Make us like the cabbage tree in our car park
At the slightest breath of wind it moves and dances 
It becomes alive and animated 
May we be as sensitive to your Spirit’s breath 
Moving in praise and love and care for the whole of creation 
Move a fresh in us O Lord
 From bush clad hill
Mist filled hanging
valley
Farmland, Hedge
row and even back yard 
These bird
filled Islands greets you each fresh day
We join our
voices with that dawn chorus 




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