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  1. Willow

From the recordings 10/5x5 and Willow

Written and performed by Liz Kirkman and 'The Choir' at Restoration Road Church.  The Banjo and piano were played by Liz Kirkman. The guitars were played by Tim Ross. Interesting tidbit about the song: the snare sound is actually the tapping of fingers on the banjo skin with the stings muted. The song was written to help a family at the Church grieve over the loss of a child. Special thanks to vocal soloists Kandice Wartes, and Michael Stewart. The copyright for the song is held by Liz Kirkman. All rights are reserved.

Lyrics

We planted a tree in your memory. We wanted to be a family, but sometimes he gives and then he takes it away, but I'm learning to trust him anyway. Anyway.

Sometimes I worry how the wind might blow. Sometimes I fear the things I can't control.
But I know he gives, I know he takes it away, but I'm learning to trust him anyway.

'Cause now when the storms come, and the rains fall, and I can't see the reason in it all.
I look out my window, and I see the winds blow, and I'll think of you.

'Cause she raises her hands in the wind while you're singing to him, and she's bowing to the almighty. You're singing "Holy, Holy". Like our willow tree.

He painted a tree in your memory, and it's like a seal of love on his arm. See all of the waters and all of the floods, could never wash away this kind of love. 'Cause now when the storms come and the rains fall, and I can't see a reason in it all. Look out my window and I see the winds blow and I'll think of you.

We'll be raising our hands in the wind, singing to him, and we'll bow unto the Almighty. We're singing, "Holy, Holy". Like our willow tree.

Choir:
The trees of the fields will clap their hands, now the rains gotta fall for the barren lands, but we'll all go out with Joy. And the mountains will break forth and sing, and we'll all be there before our King, and we'll all go out with joy.
The trees of the fields will clap their hands, now the rains gotta fall for the barren lands, but we'll all go out with Joy. And the mountains will break forth and sing, and we'll all be there before our King, and we'll all go out with joy.
The trees of the fields will clap their hands, now the rains gotta fall for the barren lands, but we'll all go out with Joy. And the mountains will break forth and sing, and we'll all be there before our King singing, "Holy, Holy...Holy, Holy...Holy, Holy" Like our willow tree.