Under the Wood
words/music SMWilloughby
copyright 1992

He was born
under the wood,
A humble acclaim.
The son
of a carpenter,
He chose to obey.
As He grew
in the care
of a man
with a trade...






The wood
as a means
by which
His work
was complete.

He learned of the patience
To carve and to shape.
To be part of the wood,
Where His love was to lead.
To carve in our hearts
His love and His peace...

The wood as a means,
by which His work
was complete.

The wood used as parchment
Where many would write,
The love that He offered,
The truth of His life.
The Book of His Word
There for all who would read...

The wood as a means,
by which His work
was complete.

We are brought under the wood,
As we gather in faith.
The letters of love are read,
While we wait,
For someone far greater
than paper or wood...
The presence of Jesus,
In His Body and His Blood...

The wood as a means,
by which His work
IS complete.



 

Mother of the Word
words/music SMWilloughby
copyright 1992

The Word is Babe
The angels proclaim
The animals
breathe warmth
While hearts
are set aflame

See Joseph portray
How much a man can love
As Mary hold close
The plan from above.

The night is cold.
The hay is warm.
May I find comfort here...
or shelter from the storm?
May I learn of your joy in the quiet of the night?
What more can you teach me,
As Mother of His life.

Warmth captures the day.
As He walks on in our lives.
Now your joy has turned to sorrow.
This babe suffers and dies.
May I learn how your sorrow
Brought hope for all time.

Mother of the Word.
No words to comfort you.
His mercy spares your heart,
As you witness life renewed.
Mother of His life gently speak my name to Him.
As He looks into your eyes,
May He know me, in the end.
As He looks into your eyes,
May He know me...in the end.