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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