I like a lot of songs, but not many like me, not out of rudeness— real songs are not rude— they are just busy with notes and lyrics and keeping pace. But this song must have eyes for kindred spirits, must be the voice to unspoken enchantments, because every word and every beat turn me […]Read more "Favorite Song"
Pounding down the dusty trail, far up and off away, pounding toward McLeod place. Johnny comes home today. – A year ago, the snow still clumped in mounds of melting gray. A year ago he’d worn his sword— but now he comes home—to stay. – She hardly remembered the smell of his beard. She’d kissed […]Read more "The Homecoming of Johnny McLeod"
My song is broken, shattered by the screams, the knife-like voices of life, throbbing in my ears. I bend down, bewildered, to pick the notes up off the floor, but the heavy pieces will not budge. My hands weren’t made for this. I remember Your voice, how it softens the screams into minor chords that […]Read more "My Only Song"
Long the darkness of the skies stretched their lonely shadow. Long the night of shame and lies. Long the ache and sorrow. Soft a voice that speaks that name, heart now beating faster— there! He stands, just as His claim, Lord, Rabboni, Master! – CHORUS See He stands: the Christ who once was slain! Lord […]Read more "See, the Lord of Glory Stands"