Remember the Babe born in Bethlehem,
remember his death in Jerusalem,
remember he ordered the wind and waves,
remember he’s God and he hears and saves.
Remember some times when oppressors sought
to hurt and enslave, but some bravely fought,
and though none were perfect, remember please
they offered their living to bring us peace.
And many of them were aware of when
it seemed there was nothing to stop evil men
succeeding in schemeings malicious, but God
prevented, deflected and safety restored.
So whether we live here a little while more,
and when we face death’s gate, or troubles galore,
remember the one perfect Saviour and Lord
– repent and receive and take him at his word.
While men invade, and loot, oppress,
there will be times of war,
but then in war’s confusing mess,
misjudgments, hate occur.
And often wars become log-jammed,
and none can see a way
to bring back justice to the land,
– some turn to God and pray
an overruling providence,
to somehow turn the tide,
and heal the hatred by his grace
that peace once more abide.
As we remember lives so brave,
the sacrifice and pain,
we praise God for the times he’s saved,
and answered prayers again.
We pray for those so hurt by hate,
need help to cope, live on,
and pray he will men’s schemes frustrate,
when evil is begun.
Remember, give thanks for all endings of strife,
remember the many who died, gave their life
to help keep the safety of neighbours and kin,
and freedom from cruelty, tyranny, win.
Remember, be praying for those now bereaved,
those living in shock, who have many years grieved,
the widows, the fatherless, parents and friends –
for sorrow from loss to so many extends.
Remember, give thanks for our safety, and pray
that evil will be much confounded today,
and pray for all those who are yet facing death
that they may grasp grace, and a future by faith.
Remember the Saviour who willingly died,
that we may come to him in peace to abide
remember his sufferings deep to atone,
receive his redemption, his sovereignty own.
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We remember loss in war,
suffering of those who bore
much, in order to restore
freedom for the many more.
Every Sunday we remember
him whose love fills us with wonder,
wine and bread speak of a Saviour:
conflict, victory greatest ever.
So many have, in war, been willing
to lose their lives in hateful killing
to safeguard freedom for their nation:
we still need deeper liberation.
Christ gave himself to set us free
deliver from this tyranny
of sin and troubles, sorrow’s pain,
and pluck us from existence vain.
He drew the fire of judgement due
upon our sins, — we could not do
a thing to save ourselves, nor yet
deliver others, pay their debt.
Now free to live as God intended —
with daily grace and peace provided,
awaiting full relief and bliss
to ever praise where nought’s amiss.