Loving Our Neighbours...

Here's a group of ladies in Dorset who read the words of the Slovenian women at the service on Friday. And here's one of the songs we sang at the WDP service. Written by a Methodist, Andrew Pratt, from Manchester, it is sung to the tune of "Scarlet Ribbons" [I found a flautist playing the tune on YouTube, see below]. 
It fitted well in a service aimed at reminding us of our responsibility to the marginalised members of society. 

If we claim to love our neighbour, 

while the hungry queue for food,
are we prey to self deception? Is perception quite so crude?
If we sit beside our neighbours, begging for the things they need,
we might share their own injustice 

in a world that thrives on greed.

If we punish those with nothing, 

blaming them for where they stand,
is this love of friend or neighbour, do we still not understand?
Love of neighbour is not easy,cuts us till we feel the pain,
sharing hurt that they are feeling 

till they find new life again.

Love of neighbour sets us squarely 

in the place where they now sit,
till the richness God has given builds a pearl around the grit;
till each person shares the comfort 

of the love of which we preach,
till we live as fact the Gospel:

none can be beyond love’s reach.