This city sleeps quiet as the day rushes over the world. The pain of the night sinks through rooftops and rests on those who simply can't take any more. This small town. This crying city. This broken Nation reaches for a Saviour. Cries out for a Redeemer as the world takes hold of their hearts. This beautiful people. Full of culture and life, the first to see the sun rise every morning, at the ends of the earth, hiding so much pain. Hiding some of the highest suicide rates in the world, hiding hundreds of abortions every day, hiding broken families, hiding the ache of loss and failure. This nation in desperate need of cleansing. With blood on our hands.
We cry - Set us ablaze Abba, heal Aotearoa.