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In 1915 Banjo Paterson wrote, as an open letter to the troops, a poem he titled “We’re All Australians Now”. In 54-55 A.D. the Apostle, Paul wrote an open letter to Christians called 1 Corinthians. I have taken some of the verses from Chapter 12-13 and made them into a poem entitled “We’re All One Body Now” as an addition to Banjo Patterson’s poem, “We’re All Australians Now”.

Australia takes her pen in hand

To write a line to you,

To let you fellows understand

How proud we are of you.


From shearing shed and cattle run,

From Broome to Hobson’s Bay,

Each native-born Australian son

Stands straighter up today.


The swagman from the bush has come

From far-out Queensland runs,

He’s fighting side by side with some

Tasmanian farmer’s sons


The fisher-boys dropped sail and oar

To grimly stand the test,

Along that storm-swept Turkish shore,

With miners from the west.


The old state jealousies of yore

Are dead as Pharaoh’s sow,

We’re not State children anymore —

We’re all Australians now!

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Our six-starred flag that used to fly

Half-shyly to the breeze,

Unknown where older nations ply

Their trade on foreign seas,

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Flies out to meet the morning blue

With Vict’ry at the prow;

For that’s the flag the Sydney flew,

The wide seas know it now!


The mettle that a race can show

Is proved with shot and steel,

And now we know what nations know

And feel what nations feel.


The honored graves beneath the crest

Of GabaTepe hill

May hold our bravest and our best,

But we have brave men still.


With all our petty quarrels done,

Dissensions overthrown,

We have, through what you boys have done,

A history of our own.


Our old world diff’rences are dead,

Like weeds beneath the plow,

From many countries, foreign-bred,

They’re all Australians now!


So now we’ll toast the Third Brigade

That led Australia’s van,

For never shall their glory fade

In minds Australian.


Fight on, fight on, unflinchingly,

Till right and justice reign.

Fight on, fight on, till Victory

Shall send you home again.


And with Australia’s flag shall fly

A spray of wattle-bough

To symbolize our unity —

We’re all Australians now.





© Ross Cochrane

In 54-55 A.D. Apostle, Paul wrote an open letter to Christians called 1 Corinthians. I have taken some of the verses from Chapter 12-13 and made them into a poem entitled “We’re All One Body Now” as an addition to Banjo Patterson’s poem, “We’re All Australians Now”.

The Bible takes it further

When faith is in our hearts

It says we are one body,

With many different parts

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Some are Jews, some Gentiles,

Some are slaves, some free

Baptised into one body,

No longer “I”, but “we”

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If the foot says to the hand

I am not at all like you

It is no less of the body

Diff’rent roles and jobs to do


If an ear says to the eye

I don’t look the same as you

It’s still part of the body

Diff’rent purpose, just as true

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And we all need one another

And united we are led

Each with dignity and honor

By Christ, the living head

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When one suffers all will suffer

When honored all are pleased

All of us together

If in Christ we have believed

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Some are gifted teachers

And some have gifts to heal

Some are leaders, some are preachers,

Together strong as steel,


Not all can teach or heal or lead

But each one has a place

And all can share the gift of love

And all can have God’s grace


If I could speak all languages

Of earth and those above

I’d only be a noisy gong

Without the gift of love


And if I had the strongest faith

To move a mountain to the sea

But didn’t have the gift of love

How useless that would be


Love is patient, love is kind

Is not jealous, and does not boast

Love is never proud or rude

Won’t selfishly demand the most



And love is not bad-tempered

Does not rejoice with things unjust

keeps no record when it’s wronged

But celebrates with truth and trust

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Three things last forever

Three things from above

Love combines with faith and hope

But the greatest gift is love


Love bids the petty quarrels gone,

Like weeds beneath the plow,

And through what Christ alone has done,

We’re all one body now.



TRIBUTE OF REMEMBRANCE – Words and Music by Ross Cochrane and based on the Last Post.


Remembrance Day at the Shalom Centre, Sydney

He has now finished his thesis for his 2nd masters degree in Theology, but Bob Creelman is more excited about running a men’s group at the Shalom Centre, the Aged Care Facility where I am the Chaplain. He has been in Israel recently and now my Geologist/Theologian friend was having lunch with me telling me about being in Beersheba and the history about Remembrance Day. Bob loves history, especially the history of war.

The discussion includes the Australian Light Horse Brigade who served at the Battle of Beersheba and how they made their famous cavalry charge on 31 October 1917, during the advance on Damascus. Bob told me he had found the gravestones of some of these brave men and had taken some photos. I said that I would be interested in displaying the photos as part of a PowerPoint presentation I was doing for the Remembrance Day Service (Shalom had the service on Friday 9th this year).

I notice that Douglas Mountain is sitting at the next table. I can see he is interested in our conversation when we spoke of Beersheba and the Light Horse, so I invite him over. I have already asked Douglas, a returned serviceman himself, to participate in the Remembrance Day service the next day.

Just yesterday I had a conversation with Douglas and I know Bob will be interested. Douglas is wearing an Australian Remembrance ring. When he bought it a few years ago he was encouraged to have it engraved with the name of a member of the family who had been to war. He engraved the name of his uncle, T.W.Mountain who was wounded in the charge of the Light Horse Brigade in Beersheba and died 3 days later way back in 1917. We are enthralled by the conversation.

Bob is even more excited when he rings me in the afternoon. Of the six photos he had taken when he had visited the gravestones in Beersheba, one of them included the name of T.W.Mountain, 1st Australian Light Horse, 3rd November, 1917, Age 27. It was Douglas Mountain’s uncle! How amazing is that!

At our Remembrance Day service, after Douglas Mountain reads a poem, I get him to stay at the microphone and ask him about the ring he wears, it’s inscription and the story of his uncle. He shows everyone the medals of his uncle which he is wearing alongside his own. He is completely surprised when Bob Creelman comes to the front and presents him with a beautiful remembrance booklet with the photo of his uncle’s grave and I display the picture of the gravestone on the screen. A moving moment.

Douglas Mountain receives a Remembrance Book from Bob Creelman

Douglas comes to us after the service and tells how all through his life, he has rarely received any affirmation or encouragement for any of his achievements or the achievements of his family during times of war. Sometimes something special happens and he treasures such moments. This is one occasion he will treasure.

Just a chance conversation at a lunch table? Not at all. Bob told me later that on the day he took the photographs in Beersheba, he had a friendly debate with his Jewish friend about Providence. He will write to him about Remembrance Day and about a God moment where we had an opportunity to honour and remember a brave man who gave his life in a decisive battle during World War 1. Douglas Mountain’s gravestone reads “Greater is no man than he who lays down his life for his country.” These words echo the words of (NKJV) which says “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for His friends.” This speaks ofwhat Christ has done for us when He died for our sins on the Cross and won the victory at another decisive battle. 

Pastor Ross

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 © By Ross Cochrane


 “Our Father…” In war many people lose their fathers in distress,

And yet you say You are a Father to the fatherless.

“Our Father, who art in heaven,…”

It is to heaven many servicemen and women send their prayers,

And there they grapple for answers that earth cannot provide

For cares in the midst of battle.

It is for heaven’s victories they lay claim.

“…hallowed be Thy Name…”

Hallowed means “Worthy of honour” or “Set apart”,

We commemorate today those on our heart,

Those who have not returned.

Set apart for war they earned our freedom.

Yet in this prayer we honour God in how we live,

To give respect for His Word and Ways,

To give Him praise that we are free to live our faith,

Without shame, unhindered by the shackles of oppression,

Yes, hallowed be Thy Name.

“Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

Wars are about kingdoms – worth the taking or defending.

Oh to understand God’s kingdom view

And pray for what is right and true,

Contending for God’s rulership,

His Kingdom, and within His grip we find our worth,

Heaven’s perspective here on earth,

Only then we fear no dread.

“Give us this day our daily bread.”

The ravages of war leaves those who live as refugees

To have no food,

Subdued into submission, many go without,

Yet I cry out for just enough for me and mine,

When I should ask for bread enough for thee and thine

For those whose needs cry out above my own

And fight unknown battles just to live

“Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Once driven by our sin and by regret,

Yet we are now forgiven as we trust in Christ,

And though atrocities have taken place in times of war,

We must forgive and open up the door to live again,

And only then will we remember the past and not be defeated,

To learn from the past so it is not repeated,

To remember those who died and not be hardened by our loss,

To forgive as Christ did on the Cross.

“Deliver us from evil…”

Lest we forget the debt of gratitude we owe

And the debt You paid for sin.

Deliver us from the evils of war,

Let us begin to live free from the things that bring oppression.

Let our confession be to live life free of turmoil and regret,

And as we pray this prayer we need His help,


Pastor Ross