Fay's Worship Songs

On this page you will find a range of worship songs generously contributed by Fay White.
Please feel free to use them in worship with acknowledgement.
mp3's should soon follow. Fay's music is available via her website at http://www.faywhitemusic.com/

Come to the Banquet                                                 © Fay White 1996

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 Come to the banquet there's a place for you

        Though you maybe have no money, though you maybe feel unworthy

        In your strength or in your weakness you are welcome, come

Come to the banquet there's a place for you

        See, you are an honoured guest, from constant serving you may rest

        So sit you down, be fed & blessed for you are welcome, come

Come to the banquet there's a place for you

        Woman, wise one, mother, maiden, see your plate with food is laden

        And your place is set and waiting, you are welcome, come

Come to the banquet there's a place for you

        Worker, father, little boy, old man or youth without employ

        Come rest your worry, here is joy and you are welcome, come.

Come to the banquet there's a place for you

        Whether you’ve been lost or faithful, whether you’ve been wise or wasteful

        Here’s a place of rest and grace and you are welcome, come

Come to the banquet there's a place for you

        Here is one who runs to met you loving arms stretched out to greet you

        Do not let your fear defeat you, you are welcome, come

Come to the banquet there's a place for you

        Willing hands have made this bread with salt and yeast and labour shared

        Let all the hungry ones be fed; it's time for feasting, come

Come to the banquet there's a place for you

        Abundant wine, enough for all; our generous loving host has called

        The cup of blessing now is poured for sweet communion, come

Come to the banquet there's a place for you

Conversation            (Come to me)                          © Fay White 1996

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So here I am again my friend, into another day

Like a shell in the waves on a rocky shore I’ve been churned and chipped away

The weary week has washed me up I’ve been battered by it all

And I’m here to hear your voice again, straining for your call, you say

        “Come to me – all you who labour, all you weary workers come

        Six days were decreed for work, but not the seventh one

        Come you who carry heavy loads, who are aching or oppressed

        My yoke is easy, my burden is light, and I will give you rest”

Well I’m oppressed by the whole world’s sorrow, and evil beyond belief

And despair rolls in to drown my flame, there’s often no relief

And yet you say a lighter load is something you have planned

In the face of the need and the greed I see, that’s hard to understand, you say . . .

        “Come to me – all you who labour, all you weary workers come

        Six days were decreed for work, but not the seventh one

        Come you who carry heavy loads, who are aching or oppressed

        My yoke is easy, my burden is light, and I will give you rest”

“For the yoke I give to you to bear, will fit you like a glove

And the burden that I ask of you, is just to learn to love

In the comp’ny of community you will find yourself a place

And every day will lighten as you learn to live by grace, so . . .”

        “Come to me – all you who labour, all you weary workers come

        Six days were decreed for work, but not the seventh one

        Come you who carry heavy loads, who are aching or oppressed

        My yoke is easy, my burden is light, and I will give you rest”

Make your home in me

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 Make your home in me 

As I make my home in you

I am everywhere that you can be 

Make your home in me

  

If you fly to the point of the day’s sunrise

Or westward across the sea

If you travel to the uttermost ends of the earth

There I will be

Make your home in me. . .

 I knew you and loved you before you were born

As a child in you mother’s womb

I have seen your struggles in the secret place

I know you through and through (and still I love you) 

Make your home in me. . .

  

You will find me in the faces of the broken ones

In the sick, the troubled and the poor

You will find me in the wounds of your very own soul

I am knocking at your own heart’s door  

Make your home in me. . .  

 © Fay White 1998

Song to enter a prayerful space              © Fay White

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We have come into your presence O God,

In this peaceful lacuna - quiet space

We are here with all our hurt and failure,

Asking for healing, seeking grace

  There is nothing we would hide,

  Sad mistakes or foolish pride

On your faithfulness we rest our souls

We have come into your presence O God.

We have chosen to follow Jesus’ way

We are here with all our hopes & dreaming, 

Asking for courage, needing faith

  Here we bring our work to you –

  Touch with beauty all we do

On your faithfulness we rest our souls

We have come into your presence O God.

In the stillness and silence know you near

We are here with all our thirst and hunger,

Spirit of Life refresh us clear

  With each breath we take you in,

  Feel our hope restored again

On your faithfulness we rest our souls    © Fay White

Whatever we’ve done           © Fay White

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Whatever we’ve done - whatever’s been done to us

On either end of a gun – whatever’s been done

Whatever  the shame - whatever the pain

Still we can come, still we can come

        There’s a vast  - forgiving love

        At the heart of the Holy One

        Whose grace falls soft on our shoulders -  

        Whatever we’ve done

Whatever we feel – whatever we do or do not feel

In the nightmare or for real – whatever we feel

Whether there’s anguish – or whether we’re numb

Still we can come, still we can come

        There’s a place of quiet rest –

        At the heart of the Holy One

        Whose grace falls soft on our shoulders –

        Whatever we’ve done