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Words and Voice by Jon Swales
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Father of Creation,

In our bleak mid-winter we are confronted again 

With 

Something startling

Something shocking

And something profoundly beautiful.

A Holy mystery 

The story that the Mighty God

Has revealed himself 

In the Babe born in Bethlehem.

To him be all praise and glory

Father of Creation,

We remember that holy night 

When eternal son of God 

Took  up fragile flesh, 

In a lowly cattle shed

grows inside Marys womb, journies through the birth canal and is born  to a colonised and oppressed people group.

To him be all praise and glory.

In Jesus we see a new power, a new might at work in the world.

A power so powerful, yet so beautiful

A power so powerful, yet so loving

A power so powerful, 

Yet 

wrapped in swaddling clothes and extravagant mercy. 

And now,

Right now,

As we stand within the unfolding of the climate apocalypse,

As we lament for what has already been lost,

As we grieve in anticipation for what is already locked in.

We look to you with advent hope.

O come, O Come Emmanuel,

Comfort us with your presence.

O COme, O Come Emmanuel,

Bind up the Broken hearted

O Come, O Come Emmanuel,

Restore unto us the joy of our salvation

And now, 

Right now,

As we stand between the first and second coming of your son,

As we weep for a world in the grip of beastly powers,

As we hope against hope for the manifestation of your cosmic shalom

We look to you with advent expectation.

O come thou rod of Jesse, free

Your world from Satans Tyranny

O Come thou rod of Jesse, Come

And deliver us from from climate breakdown hell

O Come thou rod of Jesse, Free

Your world from the tyranny, 

From the beast of  the unholy trinity

Deliver us O Lord from unrestrained capatilsm, 

Deliver us O Lord from consumerism 

Deliver Us, O Lord from individualism.

Father of Creation, 

God and Father of our Advent Hope.

We thank you that your son  is, 
A Mighty God who binds up the wounds of the broken hearted

We thank you that your Son is,
 A Mighty God who who stoops and serves and washes feet,

We thank you that your son is,
 A Mighty God who Holds the hands of the leper, 

Who takes up his cross,

And  recieves a crown of thorns 

A Mighty God who enters the grave and in doing so deals the death blow to death itself. 

A Mighty God crucified and raised to life. 

Asacended to glory. 
The servant King, 
the butchered lamb,
 the name above all names.

And His name will be called
 Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
 Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. 

And now,

Right now,

As we stand within the unfolding of the climate apocalypse

We look to Jesus,

We confess him as Lord,

Maranatha, Come lord Jesus

Maranatha Come lord Jesus

Maranatha, Come lord Jesus