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Pentecost Fare: The Tree Song I saw a tree by the riverside one day as I walked along, Straight as an arrow, And pointing to the sky, growing tall and strong. How do you grow so tall and strong?" I said to the riverside tree. This is the song my tree friend sang to me. I have roots growing down to the water. I have leaves reaching up to the sunshine. And, the fruit that I bear is the sign of the life in me. I am shade from the hot summer sundown. I am nests for the birds of the heaven. I'm becoming what the maker of trees Has meant me to be: a strong, young, tree. I saw a tree in the wintertime, when show lay on the ground. Straight as an arrow and pointing to the Sky and the winter winds blew all around. " How do you grow so straight and tall?" I said to my wintertime tree. This is the song that my tree friend sang to me: I've got roots growing down to the water. I've got leaves growing up to the sunshine. And, the fruit that I bear is a sign of the life in me. I am shade from the hot summer sundown. I am nests for the birds of the heavens. I'm becoming what the maker of trees Has meant me to be: a strong young tree." I saw a tree in the city streets where buildings blocked the sun. Green and lovely, I could see it gave joy to everyone. How do you grow in the city streets?" I said to my downtown tree. This is the song that my tree friend sang to me: I've got roots growing down to the water. I've got leaves growing up to the sunshine. And, the fruit that I bear is a sign of the life in me. I am shade from the hot summer sundown. I am nests for the birds of the heavens. I'm becoming what The Maker of Trees Has meant me to be: a strong, young, tree." Written by Ken Medema arranged by Robert Sterling Pairs so nicely with.... 
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In the bleak midwinter
BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day, Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels fall before, The ox and ass and camel which adore. Angels and archangels may have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; But His mother only, in her maiden bliss, Worshipped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart. Listening to these ancient words for Advent Three Of the Father's love begotten, Ere the worlds began to be, He is Alpha and Omega, He the source, the ending He, Of the things that are, that have been, And that future years shall see, Evermore and evermore! O that birth forever blessèd, When the virgin, full of grace, By the Holy Ghost conceiving, Bore the Saviour of our race; And the Babe, the world's Redeemer, First revealed His sacred face, evermore and evermore! O ye heights of heaven adore Him; Angel hosts, His praises sing; Powers, dominions, bow before Him, and extol our God and King! Let no tongue on earth be silent, Every voice in concert sing, Evermore and evermore! Christ, to Thee with God the Father, And, O Holy Ghost, to Thee, Hymn and chant with high thanksgiving, And unwearied praises be: Honour, glory, and dominion, And eternal victory, Evermore and evermore! The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on. Emily Dickinson "Jesus, Springing"
words Kevin Crossley-Holland (1941-) music Bob Chilcott (1955-) I am the heart that houses the cone, the cone enclosing the cedar, I am the cedar sawn for the cradle, forest of the body, body of the tree. I am the cradle rocking the baby, I am the baby containing the man, I am the man nailed on the cross, tree of the body, body of the forest. I am the cross sawn from the cedar, I am the cedar enclosed in the cone, I am the cone housed in the heart, here in my heart Jesus, springing. Love is little, love is low, Love will make our spirits grow, Grow in peace, grow in light, Love will do the thing that's right. Love is gentle, love is small, Love will find the best of all, Find the peace, find the light, Love will do the thing that's right. Love is silent, love is strong, Love will sing a quiet song, Sing of peace, sing of light, Love will do the thing that's right. Love is wonder, love is grace, Love will bind all in its place; Bind the peace, bind the light, Love will do the thing that's right. "Someday At Christmas"
Ron Miller and Bryan Wells, Someday at Christmas men won't be boys Playing with bombs like kids play with toys One warm December our hearts will see A world where men are free Someday at Christmas there'll be no wars When we have learned what Christmas is for When we have found what life's really worth There'll be peace on earth Someday all our dreams will come to be Someday in a world where men are free Maybe not in time for you and me But someday at Christmastime Someday at Christmas we'll see a land With no hungry children, no empty hand One happy morning people will share Our world where people care Someday at Christmas there'll be no tears All men are equal and no men have fears One shining moment, one prayer away From our world today Someday all our dreams will come to be Someday in a world where men are free Maybe not in time for you and me But someday at Christmastime Someday at Christmas man will not fail Hate will be gone and love will prevail Someday a new world that we can start With hope in every heart Someday all our dreams will come to be Someday in a world where men are free Maybe not in time for you and me But someday at Christmastime Someday at Christmastime |
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