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.