Christ is the Word, with God from the beginning
Christ is the Word, with God from the beginning
by Avis Palmer
Christ is the Word, with God from the beginning, Creative force through whom all things are made, In him is life abundantly proceeding, At darkest times the light of God displayed. O Word made flesh, your dwelling is among us, Children of God, redeemed and blessed have been. Gift…
We come to you, Lord Jesus
We come to you, Lord Jesus
by Avis Palmer
We come to you, Lord Jesus With much we need to say. In hope and love and longing, We seek a way to pray. We yearn for understanding For peace in place of fear, Assure of your presence, Show us that you are near. Verses 2-4 follow © Avis Palmer Tune: Aurelia (H&P 515)
Long ago Christ spoke of friendship
Long ago Christ spoke of friendship
by Avis Palmer
Long ago Christ spoke of friendship, Just before the darkness fell Praying deeply to the Father That in him all would be well. Unified in thought and action, Listening to the living Word, Friendship claimed the rich communion Where the voice of Love is heard. Verses 2-5 follow © …
Through all the trees in forest, copse and wood
Through all the trees in forest, copse and wood
by Avis Palmer
Through all the trees in forest, copse and wood, Through Autumn leaves and Spring held in the bud, We see your beauty, know that it is good; Alleluia, Alleluia. When trees are still upon a Summer's day, Gazing, we sense the grace which they convey, And contemplating find we're ta…
Where's the justice? Where's the justice?
Where's the justice? Where's the justice?
by Avis Palmer
Where's the justice? Where's the justice? Often we in anguish cry. When death comes so unexpected, Then our questions start with "why?" Why do children have to suffer? Why do dear ones die in pain? When goodbye is never spoken, What's the cost and where's the gain? Verses 2-3 fol…
Dark were the city streets
Dark were the city streets
by Avis Palmer
Nicodemus’song Dark were the city streets, The night watch on patrol Had passed the alleyway down which a figure stole. A seeker on a quest was bound, What would this night be lost or found? Responding to his knock The door was opened wide. Compelled by all he'd seen and heard he…
Come and sit upon a hillside