ABBY TWIGGER
COMPOSER & SONGWRITER
The Lamb
Through fields and rivers I have wandered to get a glimpse of a King
Though all in Bethlehem are sleeping the angels said to visit Him
With nothing more than I'm wearing
A shepherd's crook held in my hand
Others follow on behind me
Leaving all the lambs
I enter and I kneel before him, the babe the angels said would be
Wrapped and lying in a manger
What kind of Saviour can he be?
He surely cannot save a nation
He'll make an ordinary man
They said that he would bring salvation
But He is just a Lamb
Mule and oxen round about him it's hard to see why there's a fuss
I thought that we would come and see him in a place more glorious
But then he turned his head to face me
I'm sure he moved his tiny hand
I'm nothing like I was before this
Before I met The Lamb
Now I see His face before me I feel his outstretched hand
I'm nothing like I was before this
Before I knew The Lamb
Her Gentle Boy
I wonder if she knew, that mother so new
That her gentle baby would bring her such joy
I wonder could see her place in the plan
As she watched and raised Him, her precious son
Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, her gentle boy
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I wonder could she tell how her heart would swell
To see growing Jesus lift up her own
That he would find the women, the children, the poor
He'd heal both sin and hurt,
Bring peace to all souls
Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, her gentle boy
I wonder what she thought as her child was bought
For a bag of silver, betrayed by friends
I wonder how she cried her agony away
A mortal mother tears, just the same as mine
Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, her gentle boy
Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Mary gave Her son
Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, so death was won
He's The Gift
Christmas 93 - a train going round the tree
The lights lit up the room when it went past
The one from the film and it was all for me
But by boxing day it'd broken and so had I
Oh, isn't that the way it goes?
You feel a little joy but it goes fast
And oh, now I'm older now I know
The kind of joy I felt just couldn't last
But there's a gift
It doesn't break
It's not too much to buy or trade for anyone
(Oh) He's the gift
And he loves you, oh he loves you
He's the gift
1999 - the presents were all fine
But all I really cared about was love
I saw that what I needed wasn't up for sale
By New year he was broken and so was I
Oh, isn't that the way it goes?
You feel a little joy but it goes fast
And oh, now I'm older now I know
The kind of joy I felt just couldn't last
But there's a gift
It doesn't break
It's not too much to buy or trade for anyone
(Oh) He's the gift
And he loves you, oh he loves you
He's the gift
2023 - another year has been
What to give to people I love most?
The stuff I buy or make will eventually break
So I'll share the true gift of Christmastime
Yes, there's a gift
It doesn't break
It's not too much to buy or trade for anyone
He's the gift
And he loves you, oh he loves you
He's the gift
Unexpected Lovely Moment
It was an unexpected lovely moment
The kind you'd never stop to notice
And no-one'd ever make a film about
Everyone was busy playing
A rope swing hanging, old and faded
A little stream to paddle in
No-one missing tea
And suddenly life feels perfect
Suddenly the skies are blue
An unscheduled, unthought of, unplanned delight in the life of me and you
Another day, another evening
Nothing special on the TV
Then you smiled and reached to hold my hand
You reminisced on younger days
We laughed how we have got more greys
than whatever shade we started with - but who's counting?
And suddenly life feels perfect
Suddenly the skies are blue
An unscheduled, unthought of, unplanned delight in the life of me and you
I'm collecting all the lovely moments
The ones the world forgets to notice
And never seem to make the evening news
Like the February day
That's warm instead of cold and grey
A smile just when you need it,
Clouds clearing for a view
And suddenly life feels perfect
Suddenly the skies are blue
An unscheduled, unthought of, unplanned delight in the life of me and you
Anxiety
Anxiety
You got away from me
Anxiety
What do you mean anyway?
When I'm out of my depth and a shell of the woman I used to be
Anxiety
You're making a fool out of me
Anxiety
You've done a number on me
Anxiety
I knew who I was
Until life came along and it ripped me to shreds
There's nothing left to see
Anxiety
Oh where have I gone
And I've got to ask if there's a chance that I could find again all that's been lost along the way
And I start to wonder if we ever feel complete
Or if we're all just searching for a way
Anxiety
Living with you is killing me
Anxiety
I change day to day
After all that's been said I will find I've been me and was strong all along
Anxiety
Oh anxiety
You got it wrong
Tabernacle of clay
(Words by Sam Petchey)
I once saw a man, a man by the way
Who spun on a wheel a lump of old clay
The clay grew to form, from hands callous and worn, a humble vessel
A tabernacle of clay
From there it became a comfort to all
It gracefully greeted the hungry man's call;
But greater by far, my amazement would be
When living water flowed freely to me
In fact, nothing less, I saw by the way
An invalid blind since his very first day
He beckoned to sup, then drank from the cup
And waters of Gilead brought light to his eyes
Another young girl held the wounds on her face
Regret from the past thought she'd fallen from grace
Was yet helped to find a new peace of mind
By love unbroken
How is it I find that same vessel, so kind
Left lying around, thrown down on the ground
He came to give all, heeded the call, brought life to the lifeless
And hope for the day
I once saw a man, a man by the way, who spun on a wheel a lump of old clay
The clay grew to form, from hands callous and worn
A humble vessel
A tabernacle of clay
Have you any idea?
Have you any idea how loved you are?
Have you any idea how needed?
That The One who made unnumbered stars felt you were what was needed?
In all your imperfections you are worth it
In shadow and in sunshine He knows it and He says:
You are forgiven
You are free
You're set apart for things only you can do and be
You are a masterpiece
You are complete
Your soul is older and more beautiful than you can see right now
Just believe, right now -
You're loved!
Have you any idea how close you are?
How close to touching heaven?
And The One who made worlds near and far will send angels when you need them?
In your brightest, brilliant moments He is cheering
In your deepest disappointments feels it and He says:
You are forgiven
You are free
You were set apart for things only you can do and be
You are a masterpiece
You are complete
Your soul is older and more beautiful than you can see right now
Just believe, right now -
You're loved!
When the future seems unclear to you He sees it
It's bright and it is blinding, you can believe in it
You are forgiven
You are free
You were set apart for things only you can do and be
You are a masterpiece
You are complete
Your soul is older and more beautiful than you can see right now
Just believe, right now -
You're loved!
My Jesus
He chose the unchooseable
He loosed the unlooseable
He stayed with the lonely
He cried with the sad
He loved the unlovable
He touched the untouchable
And He gave and He gave and He gave and He gave over again
He is the God of second chances
He's the God of broken things
He is the God of the hurting - He has healing in His wings
He's even better than you hope He is and His hand is reaching out
So I'm gonna take it cos I'm needing more
More of my Jesus, my Jesus, my Jesus, more!
He looked for the lost one
The square pegs in round holes
Rebuking the darkness that knew His name
Locked eyes with the unseen and sat with the unclean
And forgave, and forgave and forgave over again
He is the God of second chances
He's the God of broken things
He is the God of the hurting - He has healing in His wings
He's even better than you hope He is and His hand is reaching out
So I'm gonna take it cos I'm needing more
More of my Jesus, my Jesus, my Jesus, more!
Oh I'm needing more
More of His grace
More of His peace and the way that He's gentle with me
More, more of His loving way to live
He is the God of second chances
He's the God of broken things
He is the God of the hurting - He has healing in His wings
He's even better than you hope He is and His hand is reaching out
So I'm gonna take it cos I'm needing more
More of my Jesus, my Jesus, my Jesus, more!
All The Good Songs Have Been Written
All of the good songs have been written
The songwriters got there before me
The words, the rhymes, chords and lines have all been done before
But no-one can get to you, you're all for me
So what can I write that's original?
A tune to sing not sung at all?
Well I'm the one who gets to love you the way that I know how
And no-one can get to you, you're all for me
Oh you've not changed
You've always been the man you said you'd be
Knowing what you are to me I could never move on
And no-one else could finish this song
Yeah you're the thing they're all missing
Unlike you, my love, their songs are flawed
The way you look, you smell, you taste, they don't know about that
Cos no-one can get to you, you're all for me
More Than I Can See
Did you know stars shine when we can't see them?
Look at how the moon's behind a cloud
I can only spot the Northern lights on camera
They are hard to see with other stuff around
All the things that I can't see
Get me asking what could be
Give me hope that you're just out of reach for now
Perhaps I'll find I'm stronger than before
All that I see says there's more
More than I can see...
When I look I see signs of you around me
And parts of you in microscopic life
You are with me every time I feel the wind blow
And I see you in the colours of the sky
All the things that I can't see
Get me asking what could be
Give me hope that you're just out of reach for now
Perhaps I'll find I'm stronger than before
All that I see says there's more
More than I can see
If It Were My Last Day
If it were my last day I'd put my phone away
And if it were my last day I'd not overthink what people say
And on my last day I wouldn't need to carve out time alone
Instead I'd marvel at how much you've grown while I looked the other way
If it were my last day I'd get up with the sun
And if it were my last day I'd skip the list of what needs done
And on my last day I think I'd try to skip a stone instead
And read you extra books before you go to bed and fall asleep
So come in close while I'm remembering you're only little once
And let me love you like you deserve to be
While I'm remembering my own mortality
So come forgive all the love I struggled hard to give
And hope you'll find a peaceful way to live
and love
If it were my last day I'd write down the important things
And on my last day send letters to my Mum and things
And on my last day not say anything but sorry
And I love you
Oh how I love you
If it were my last day