Winston Peters' stated intention to hold a referendum was not accompanied by any reason. But a recent correspondent to the Herald suggested we face the fact that the usually-sung first verse has reached its use-by date and the second verse is a better contemporary fit.
The words of verse 1 carry Catholic-born Thomas Bracken's assumption in 1876 that the Judeo-Christian concept of God was all-embracing and would remain so. This has not necessarily been the case.
There have been changes of attitude, polyglot Oriental, Continental and Asian immigration, and temples built for Sikhs, Hindus, Russian Orthodox, Muslims, and Baha'i. The 2013 Census showed more than 1.5 million NZers declared having no religion at all.
Plus the expectation that God will make our praises heard afar, rather than by our own efforts, could be seen as an instruction, rather than a plea to the omnipotent. And it's something of a stretch to picture God having feet.
The biggest stumbling block is "Guard Pacific's triple star". There are 13 theories about what this means but none of them has the slightest verification.
The result is people are now singing words which many feel make no sense at all. Verse 1 purports to be a statement of a nation's strength and qualities. But its level of understanding is questionable.
So what about singing Verse 2 instead:
Men of every creed and race, Gather here before thy face, Asking thee to bless this place, God defend our Freeland. From dissension, envy, hate, And corruption guard our state, Make our country good and great, God defend New Zealand.
"Men" would have to go but with a neutral replacement, problem solved.
John Joseph Woods' tune for New Zealand's anthem stands proud. Witness the jubilation in 1972 when it was first heard at the Olympic Games. Dame Kiri Te Kanawa once said "A New Zealander anywhere in the world instantly recognises the first four notes."
Perhaps Winston had a point ... if we dislodged the God with feet, and the dreaded 'triple-star' - but kept the tune.
• Max Cryer is author of Hear Our Voices We Entreat