Showing posts with label Scott Woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scott Woods. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Part of a Work of Heart



We are all part of the 'music' of life...some instruments are played front and center,
others add the beautiful background music
(below, the window in the church that hosted The Scott Woods Band on Saturday night)
(Someone used their gift masterfully to create this window!)

It’s easy to get caught up in a ‘me’ mind-set and then
Forget that we are part of something bigger; fellowmen
A small piece in a picture that, if we all do our part
Will turn life’s mundane day-to-day into a work of art

The mind is like a powerhouse that parents schemes and dreams
And produces from its gamut what our heart esteems
Then what we thought was hid is not, for touch and taste reveals
The truth about the worlds we play on ivory-cast reels

Thought is the bud that unfolds deed; a weed or lovely bloom
It feeds on selfish greed or others’ needs; a shuttered room
That cannot, will not keep secret what fills its thoroughfare
For sooner or later action proves what was nurtured there

The more we think of others, oh, the less we dwell on ‘me’
We all are one among the masses of humanity
Fitted with expectation; not for self-important plan
But gifted with what God granted to bless our fellowman

It’s easy to get caught up in a ‘me’ mind-set and then
Forget that we are part of something bigger; fellowmen
A small piece in a picture that, if we all do our part
Will turn life’s common say-and-do into God's work of heart

© Janet Martin

On Saturday night we had the pleasure of being blessed by Scott Woods and band. Their gifts of music, tap-dancing and singing were appreciated by all, 
However,
Multiple-award winning Scott Woods and company do not perform simply for entertainment. 
The proceeds of his shows have raised over 2.5 million dollars to help fellowmen.
 Scott Woods travels world-wide. 
I am honored to have the poem In Search of Christmas Day as part of this year's Christmas-show.
Cd's can be purchased at  http://www.scottwoods.ca/

We were invited to take photos only and to please not record anything.Check out his website for 'toe-tapping-teasers'.

 below,... the end of a flip he did all-the-while fiddling
This guy can fiddle with a toilet plunger!
...or a clothing hanger and numerous other 'bows'

His mother (on the keyboard) still plays home-shows. 
She officially retired two years ago after more than fifty years with the band, started by her husband Merv. Scott's sister Kendra plays various instruments including accordion...
(below, Scott balanced on a barrel and rolled across the stage while playing) 

...on his back in the bridge position!
His youngest band members are talented musicians, singers and dancers...

Be sure to check out a show near you!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

In Search of Christmas Day



 Scott Woods included this poem on his Christmas Album
It is title #16. Check out his tour schedule to see if he is coming to a town near you or treat yourself to a new Christmas Album!



T'was Christmas Eve and all through town the lights blinked red and green,
Snow was softly falling down where naked worlds had been,
Last minute shoppers rushed on home, discarding final lists,
While others packed up and left town to see dear folk they’d missed

Then, as I gazed on up the street I spied a form alone,
He wandered as if searching for something a long time gone,
He paused to view the festive scenes in windows twinkling bright,
Where ‘Merry Xmas’ signs were strung in honor of this night

Then up the silent street He trod, his steps were sad and slow,
Unlike the rush these walks had known a few short hours ago,
Past Santa’s smiling face he walked, past a twinkling Christmas tree,
Up to a window brightly lit where he could stand and see

Inside each person rushed about dreaming of Christmas day,
Dressing up the turkey or tucking last gifts away,
Dreaming of feasts, laughter and gifts, tables o’er-flowing with food
Trees laden down with presents for all, oh, what a holiday mood

Stockings were hung at the fireplace, everything was complete,
The table was set with cookies and milk for Santa’s special treat,
While folk all sang the Christmas carols and talked of Christmas cheer,
The stranger outside the window turned away and wiped a tear

'Tis true, he cried, tis awful truth, I see it all too well,
The reason why they choose to cross out that first syllable,
'Tis Merry Xmas, that is sure, the baby and Bethlehem’s star
Are simply vague traditions from the past, so faint and far

They’ve forgotten the ‘Christ’ is what this day is really all about,
That the true meaning is all gone if they choose to cross Him out,
They’ve forgotten, it is Christ, not Santa, that represents Christmas Day,
And in truth it is Merry Xmas if they choose to put him away

He wiped his tears and whispered, I’m sorry but I cannot stay here,
I simply do not feel at home amidst this festive cheer,
I watched him turn with broken heart and slowly walk away,
Twas then I saw the Man was Christ in search of Christmas Day

Janet Martin