Sunday, April 16, 2017

Holy Week Lyrics

I wrote this song unknowingly for Holy week. Only after writing, did I realize that the words fit perfectly. I was sitting on my back porch, trying to write something. It was sunny. I love sunny days, but I couldn't think of anything to write about sunny days. So I thought, if it was stormy and cloudy, what would I write? I would write about hope.

Today was cold and dreary
Tomorrow too it seems
But the rain that falls today
Brings the flowers of tomorrow
Fear is a mighty force
It can kill
Hope is stronger still
It will live
The papers on the table
Herald a coming death
In the the throes of lustful sin
Nothing good seems to happen
Fear is a mighty force
It has killed
His cries were forsaken
Waiting for the wrath to come
And from the holes of hell
A new hope springs forth
Sin is a mighty force
It will kill
But love is stronger still
It will live
Love will win
Today was cold and dreary
Tomorrow too it seems
But the Rain that falls today
Brings the flowers of tomorrow
Fear is a mighty force
It will kill
But hope is stronger still
It will live

Sometimes, we cannot see the end of our suffering. Have hope. Love has won. Sin is in the death throes.
Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.” (Matthew 28:10 NIV)

Friday, April 14, 2017

My Music

I have a music website!
I "built" (more like slammed together), a google site to promote my music. You can visit it at

Friday, March 3, 2017

The Last Lonely Leaf

I posted the lyrics to this song a couple of posts back. I was at my church and was able to record on the system. I really like how it turned out. I sang this song freely, as I have no rigid way to do it.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

God's Grace and Man's Fallen State

I wrote this song to describe man's fallen state, and how God's grace moves.

A Flower Blooms

The sky is cold and dark
Rain falls on this flooded ground
I am looking for a song
A song in the dark
A song of light

It is so hard
To find my way
When I can't
See the light

The leaves are dead and gone
Grass withers under foot
Lo, a flower blooms
A song in the dark
A song of light

It is so hard
To find my way
When the light 
Is so far

The sky is opening up
Light shines through this winter sky
I have seen the song
The song in the dark
The song of light

Yet it is still hard
To find my way
When my heart
Turns from it

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Random Writings from Bethany Vela

A great young and upcoming writer is Bethany Vela (

She gave me the permission to share these bits of writing and I wanted to show how talented she is.

She said that she was just typing randomly and these came to her, and she felt like it was awesome. It is! Though not exactly poetry, it is creative writing and is littered with descriptions. My favorite one shows the horror of war, the peace one can have with death, the cruelty of life and the thoughts of the writer on his innocent death.

Shanti!” Christopher screamed as the building fell, silver stone and glass shattering, raining down as though in slow motion. Leaving Christopher to watch as the boy turned at the sound of his name, his green eyes meeting Christopher’s gaze. A smile touched the boy’s lips as Christopher shouted for him to run, his words too slow in coming as the world crumbled around him.
Shanti’s face filled with peace, his green eyes glinting with a mischievous smile as the building fell, hiding him from view. Burying him beneath the ash and stone, the one who had loved the sky and the sea. The one whose eyes shone so bright when he laughed, the one whom Christopher had loved with all of his spirit.
The one who hated war, the one who was afraid of nothing.
Not even death.
Was gone.
Buried beneath ash and stone. Far from the land he loved. Far from his books and writings. Far from his family.
Far from the light of the sky and the crashing of the waves.
Far from those who loved him.
Far, far away.
Beyond the land of the light.
And so, ended the life of Shanti Emera Hennan. The boy who loved his books, and the sea, and the one whom he swore to protect, all with an equal vivacity. The boy who had loved, and been loved by many.
In his mind, the light in Shanti’s eyes still shone, their emerald green undiminished. His yellow hair was still soft and buttery, unstained by ash or blood. A book in his hand and laughter upon his lips. His soul still hopeful, praying for peace. For the end of war and death, the end of all the senseless killing.
And yet now, where was he? Another casualty in a war not his own, a war he had hated, but a war he had fought in order to protect, to save, to heal. A war that had left him broken, crying out in the night, in bitter tears, not afraid of the fighting, nor of even death. But afraid of what those things might take from him. Afraid of what they, as all wars do, had already taken. His hope, his peace, his humanity, all torn away and broken, shattered upon the ashen ground. Leaving him an empty shell of the boy who had once laughed so freely and loved so openly.
Leaving him to die by the hands of one not in tenfold as noble of spirit as he. Crushed and broken against the earth, his green eyes no longer seeing the light or hope of the world, only the coldness of death. A life so cruel, as to kill one so gentle of spirit and hopeful of soul, was perhaps a life to dark for one such as he. For a scholar has no use of a book he cannot write in, and darkness has no use of a light in which it cannot cast its shadow. 

The repeated use of the word "far" has the similar effect of the word "Bells" that appears in Edgar Allan Poe's The Bells.
For the purpose of preserving Bethany's artistic work, I have refrained from sharing all of the work. But please go to her blog (see above) to see more of her writing.

This is good post from her -

Friday, February 17, 2017

The Last Lonely Leaf

This is a song I wrote in response to the Syrian refugee crisis. The song hopefully paints a picture of the darkness that these refugees go through.  We as Christians are called to help the poor, widowed and needy.

He said also to the man who had invited him, “When you give a dinner or a banquet, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or rich neighbors, lest they also invite you in return and you be repaid. But when you give a feast, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you. For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the just.”  (Luke 14:12-14)

I hope this song shows to at least to a few, the need of the less fortunate.

Can you hear the cries
Of the darkening skies
They howl and thunder
At the love that blunders
Oh they’ve lost it all

Can’t you see the signs
Of the soughing pines
They Whisper the names
Of the dying’ and the lame
Oh they’ve lost it all

The last lonely leaf
Is falling in our frozen world
The old man is walking
Into the west
And he has lost it all

Can you feel the souls
Of the fleeing people
Their silence is strong
Yet they sing a song
Oh they’ve lost it all

Do you know the mind
Of the little girl
Her hopes and her dreams
Torn in two
Oh she has lost it all

The last lonely leaf
Is falling in a frozen world
The old man is walking
Into the west
And he has lost it all

The cold silver bells
Are ringing in our frozen world
The people are fleeing
From the war
Oh they have lost it all

Their hopes and their dreams,
Torn in two.

Yes they have lost it all

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Feeling I'm Awake

"Feeling I'm Awake" appears to be a testimony of from the bluegrass/folk rock band Sleepy Man (previously Sleepy Man Banjo Boys). Testimonies from bands that don't play in the Christian genre are always refreshing.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

NF - "Oh Lord"

Listen, yeah everybody wants change
Don't nobody wanna change though
Don't nobody wanna pray
Till they got something to pray for
Now everybody's gon' die
But don't everybody live though
Sometimes I look up to the sky
And wonder do you see us down here?

These words present a longing for God to do something. Yet, there is a recognition that the God is still there and always has been.

It's easy to blame God but harder to fix things
We look in the sky like, "Why ain't You listening?"
Watching the news in our living rooms on the big screens
And talking 'bout "If God's really real, then where is He?"
You see the same God that you saying might not even exist
Becomes real to us, but only when we dying in bed
When ya healthy it's like, we don't really care for Him then
Leave me alone God, I'll call you when I need you again
Which is funny, everyone will sleep in the pews
Then blame God for our problems like He sleeping on you
We turn our backs on Him, what do you expect Him to do?
It's hard to answer prayers when nobody's praying to you
I look around at this world we walk on
It's a smack in the face, don't ever tell me there's no God
And if there isn't then what are we here for?
And what are y'all doing down there? I don't know Lord

The song, though, is also and maybe even foremost a call to the people to pray. This song is a great reality check for people. Even though the song is pretty much all computer generated (it does start with a guitar intro though, which stays in the background for the first verse), the music presents a longing and NR sings/raps with such a heartache in his voice that the listener can't but feel along with him.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Sowers Song

Andrew Peterson is one of the greatest Christian Songwriters of this century.  "The Sowers Song" starts with a flowing yet restful piano intro that parallels the first part of the song which comes from John 15:5 - "I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." The second part of "The Sowers Song" takes direct inspiration from Isaiah 55. As Andrew said - "I just made it rhyme."

So go listen to the song as you learn to rest in the amazing power of God.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Post Tenebras - Finding music of light in the darkness

This blog is about finding light and beauty in art.

So I will write about a a song, painting, or some other form of art, that has beauty, and cuts through the darkness of this world. It might just end up being a recommendation and not much commentary. Though please feel free to comment below! 

Jason Gray's song "The Wound Is Where The Light Gets In" tells a story of how even when you hurt, when everything seems to be going wrong, it happens for a reason. The pain and trials are for our sanctification, an everyday example of how God is always with us.