The Day Christ Missed Church.

Charcoal mountains, silhouette against a pale sky

Air, damp and sweet, confirms approaching rain

Across the rooftops a hazy perception meets the eye

Looking down, devastation, chaos, pain!

A beautiful city ripped apart under Nature’s wrath

Usually, peaceful, a gentle giant asleep

But long have been the predictions of an aftermath

Together innocence and a beautiful city weep

Land of the Long White Cloud, of the Silver Fern

Children of Rangi and Papa, we kneel respectfully

in deference, watch Paradise crash and burn

Questioning, needing answers, so unprepared are we.

Long have been the prophecies,

Look after or you’ll lose

Been given priceless gifts for life

Yet casually we choose

Everything in life we give

Be sure we will get back

The other day when Christ missed Church

My country’s world turned black!