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




 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




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


 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



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



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

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