Like everybody else in the world, I turned on the TV on the morning of September 11 2001, and watched in unbelief at the horrific scenes before me.I wrote this poem the following week, and posted it on an online Christian poetry forum, which has since closed.This is dedicated to those whose lives were forever changed by the tragedy.
Then my wife asked if we could have our photo taken with him. He said "Sure, no problem!". But she couldn't get it lined up properly. He said "Here, I'm used to doing it" (he is famous for them, just Google 'John Key selfies'). He grabbed the phone and took the picture.
Whakaaria mai Tōu rīpeka ki au Tiaho mai Rā roto i te pō
He was wise enough to know that he had done wrong. Wise enough to know that God was upset with him, and that the Holy Spirit was convicting him of his wrong desires. But he wasn't mature enough to know what to do. His constant repenting for his wrong wasn't changing his desire to stop his actions.
Walk on, walk on With hope in your hearts And you'll never walk alone You'll never walk alone.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
Honesty is such a lonely word Everyone is so untrue Honesty is hardly ever heard And mostly what I need from you