This landscape is a map
Drawn below in rugged strokes
Red blood of earth
Ochre hue this land's heart.

Nestled in its fabric
Layed out as a wedding dress
Are people each
A little pearl within.

Sewn with loving kindness
Prepared for that good day
Anticipate!
Happy celebration.

Wait! ... Wait!
We do not own this land. This land owns us.
Wait! ... Wait!
We do not own this land. This land owns us.
We do not own this land. This land owns us.

Prepare the kings return
Who freely shed his blood.
A sacrifice
Of love to match our land.

See! ... See!
His spirit's in this land and he knows us.
See! ... See!
His spirit's in this land and he knows us.
His spirit's in this land and he knows us.

His skin alive with stripes
Cut into his body
On our account
One with us, reconciled.

Red blood like ochre earth
Drawn together, made whole;
A wedding feast
Land healed and now complete.

© G. Burns 26-Feb-2012