Christmas - Love Is The Recipe
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Early morning, kitchen light Silence wrapped in December night A whispered start to the holiday In her own, loving way Flour dusts the air like winter's first snow A recipe from years ago Cinnamon, nutmeg, a vanilla bean Stirring a pot of a hopeful dream Each cut-out star, each gingerbread heart Is a silent wish for a brand new start She smiles at the mess, the joyful expense Of building a season of innocence Oh, Mother's hands are making more than treats She's baking harmony from memories and wheat With every tray that's placed inside the warmth to rise She's praying for the light in every family's eyes Her secret ingredient, the one that makes it right Is turning this old house to love, and (shining up the night) It's the recipe, the recipe of home Turning bread and sugar into a world we own It's the recipe She hangs the lights with a careful grace A touch of love for every space Untangles strings for the weathered tree A lighthouse for our family Wraps each gift with a patient bow Hoping that the feeling shows Not just the thing, but the time, the care The simple peace we're meant to share Oh, Mother's hands are making more than treats She's baking harmony from memories and wheat With every tray that's placed inside the warmth to rise She's praying for the light in every family's eyes Her secret ingredient, the one that makes it right Is turning this old house to love, and (shining up the night) The oven's glow upon her face A quiet, dedicated grace "Let them come home. Let them feel... that all is forgiven That this is where they belong." This is her cathedral, this humble, floury place Her silent sermon is on mercy and on grace Oh, Mother's hands have made much more than treats She baked our harmony from memories and wheat! With every tray that came out warm and golden-brown She lit the light in every heart that's come around Her secret ingredient, we finally know tonight Is turning all our souls to love, and (making everything right) The final cookie's iced, the last star's on the tree Her work is done for all to see A silent prayer in frosting and in pine (All is calm) A perfect, fleeting, holy time (All is bright) Love is the recipe (It always was) Love is the recipe