O Little Town of Bethlehem

“To every child who sees mama’s sacrifice and still dreams big, you are her greatest gift; and her hope for tomorrow.”

[Verse 1]
Mama, don’t worry, one day
One day I’m gonna be on TV
Then I'm gonna buy you the world
Oh mama, don’t you worry

I’m gonna buy you that Benz
Take you off this ghetto
Mama, you know I’m a beast
So cry no more mama

[Chorus]
Oh mama, don’t worry
Just watch me, watch this
Mama, oh mama
I know you deserve more
Mama, one day, just one day

[Verse 2]
Then I’ll fly you around the world
See your dream city
You are a queen, mama
It will happen, it will

[Chorus]
Oh mama, don’t worry
Just watch me, watch this
Mama, oh mama
I know you deserve more
Mama, one day, just one day

[Bridge / Outro]
No more old bread,
Menus on the table,
Caviar and foie gras,
Mama, one day, just one day.

Oh Mama

Verse 1
I know how silence shapes a life,
How sorrow cuts like a brand new knife.
I’ve seen pain lean toward something artful.
Beauty born from what was hurtful.

Dreams have slept through years of snow,
Waiting on a thaw to grow.
And still I keep mine, soft and low—
Pressed between pages, so they show.

Chorus
What do I do with what I know?
Do I shout it out or take it slow?
Do I carry it, drag it, or let it go?
What do I do with what I know?

Verse 2
I know the warmth of love’s first spark,
And how it cools when days leave a mark.
I’ve seen truth bend beneath desire,
And what it feels like to be a survivor.

I’ve held remorse like river silt,
It settles deep beneath the guilt.
I've learned from being a one man show—
Just another line in what I know.

Chorus
What do I do with what I know?
Do I shout it out or take it slow?
Do I carry it, drag it, or let it go?
What do I do with what I know?

Verse 3
I know the strength of letting be,
How time reveals what eyes can’t see.
I know taxes and death are what's sure
That healing hurts before it cures.

I’ve walked through loss, and still I find
A fragile faith beneath the grind—
A quiet grace the years bestow,
A tiny light in what I know.

Chorus
What do I do with what I know?
Do I shout it out or take it slow?
Do I carry it, drag it, or let it go?
What do I do with what I know?

Bridge
Maybe knowing is forgiving,
The quiet proof is what I'm living.
Each truth I hold, I let it shine,
Turning pain to something fine.

Verse 4
I do know what it’s like to be—Ignored,
Devalued, hated and sometimes adored,
How to sort these mixed signals 'til
My mind has too much absorbed.

I know the strain of justifying my worth,
And the inside harm of wounds submerged.
And divergent things inside converged,
What I'm trying to do is let me emerge.

Chorus
What do I do with what I know?
Do I shout it out or take it slow?
Do I carry it, drag it, or let it go?
What do I do?

Final Verse
So I give you, in verse and song,
the life I have lived in for so long—
the hurts, the love, the happy sighs,
the truth that still outshines the lies.

Each word a seed, each note, a plea,
a trace of all that’s left of me.

Final Chorus / Outro
So what do I do with what I know? I'll
Let you take it with the love it shows.
I’ve carried it as far as I can go—
So take what’s left, and make it glow.

Just take what's left........
and make it grow.....

Will this be good enough for a will?

ok. Bye


"What Do I Do" is a quiet accounting of the weight we carry through the years — the truths we’ve learned, the hurts we’ve endured, and the grace we gather along the way. Sung in Gavin’s steady, human way, the song leans into that moment when a life’s worth of knowing rises to the surface and demands to be named. It asks the question honestly, without pretense:
What do we do with everything we’ve lived?

A reflection, a release, and a passing-on of what remains

What I Know

A language spoken by touch, a feeling so divine,

내 안의 모든 의심을, 너는 감싸 안아주네

Donnant à tout devenir un sens plus

Celebrating this miracle

doch Weisheit lehrt uns, was wir tun so

Gott kommt klein, in Windeln weich

Christmas Meditative Instrumental Musik (38)

A winter hymn for the years when the season feels dimmed around the edges. This song follows a weary heart through doubt, memory, and the small, unexpected moments that rekindle a sense of meaning. No tinsel, no spectacle—just a soft return to grace, the kind we don’t earn or chase. Lanterns by a quiet church, a mother and child in the cold night air, and the realization that the greatest gift arrives without fanfare. A piece for anyone who has wondered if Christmas has slipped from reach, and for those who need its gentler truth to find them again.

***** Lyrics *****

Verse 1

The house isn’t decorated much anymore,
And a voice is missing from the choir.
It’s hard to remember what Christmas is for
When the heart has lost its desire.

Has the Christmas Spirit slipped away
And left the soul in the cold?
Has life grown heavy in the day-to-day
Till the heart feels tired and old?

Chorus
It isn’t in the sparkle,
It isn’t in the snow—
It’s grace no one can deserve or earn,
But grace we’re free to know.
No matter what this year has held,
Or how far the weary miles—
The greatest Gift is waiting
In quiet, gentle style.

Verse 2
Is it chestnuts by the fire light,
Or fresh baked apple pies?
A Christmas tree lit at night,
Or hearing children's carols rise?

If a note was sent to Nicholas,
What words would it convey?
Would it ask for something just to keep
Or something to give away?

Chorus
It isn’t in the sparkle,
It isn’t in the snow—
It’s grace no one can deserve or earn,
But grace we’re free to know.
No matter what this year has held,
Or how long the weary miles—
The greatest Gift is waiting
In quiet, gentle style.

Verse 3
Driving home in fading light,
The thoughts were worn and sore—
Could Christmas have slipped away
And closed familiar doors?

Then by the little church there were
Lanterns burning low—
A simple quiet nativity scene
Whispering, warm with glow.

Verse 4
A mother holding her newborn close,
No glitter, choir, or show—
Just gentle love in winter air
And peace we used to know.

Something in that moment stilled
The ache from deep inside—
That love that was meant for all
Was offered to simply receive…
Not earn, not chase, not hide.

Chorus
We're not meant to chase it,
We don’t have to touch the sky—
The Gift that changes everything
Was given from on high.
We can breathe a little deeper now,
Let all our worries cease—
And take the love that’s offered us
In tenderness and peace.

Verse 5
The drive back home held gentler breath,
A warmth to not deny—
And felt the Spirit stir again
Without a need to try.

No fanfare in the rafters,
No blaze across the sky—
Just grace almost forgotten:
Christmas isn't a thing you buy.

Chorus
We don’t have to chase it,
We don’t have to touch the sky—
The Gift that changes everything
Was given from on high.
So we can breathe a little deeper now,
Let all our worries cease—
And take the love that’s offered us ——
In tenderness and peace.

Outro
We can take the Gift that's offered us—

In tenderness and peace

Letting Christmas In

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A language spoken by touch, a feeling so divine,

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