EBENEZER MISSION STATION
Singing in the mission church
One Anzac Day around about noon
Remembering songs from Sunday School
Indelible words, indelible tunes.
“My cup is full and running over”,
“Be valiant, be very strong“
Resist the power of sin”, I sing
Words from days long gone.
Lest we forget old Ebenezer
The mission on a limestone rise
A rock of hope for over fifty years
Below those unending, Wimmera skies.
Devout Moravians with good intention
Believed a future did exist
Salvation for all God’s creation
Eternal life for the indigenous.
With Ebenezer’s isolation
The settlers’ ways could not confound
Pressure placed on long traditions
Saw changes that would be profound.
Black and white both rest together
In the soil, now hallowed ground
Corroboree and mission bell
Echoes from the past resound.
© Jim Low -2008
Read the article: Ebenezer: The Mission on the Limestone Rise