As A Fire Is Meant For Burning With A Bright And Warming Flame
So The Church Is Meant For Mission, Giving Glory To God’s Name.
Not To Preach Our Creeds Or Customs, But To Build A Bridge Of Care,
We Join Hands Across The Nations, Finding Neighbours Everywhere.

We Are Learners; We Are Teachers; We Are Pilgrims On The Way.
We Are Seekers,  We Are Givers; We Are Vessels Made Of Clay.
By Our Gentle Loving Actions We Should Show That Christ Is Light.
In A Humble Listening Spirit, We Would Live To God’s Delight.

As A Green Bud In The Springtime Is A Sign Of Life Renewed,
So May We Be Signs Of Oneness ‘Mid Earth’s Peoples, Many Hued.
As A Rainbow Lights The Heavens When A Storm Is Past And Gone,
May Our Lives Reflect The Radiance Of God’s New And Glorious Dawn.