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Theatrical Collection

These songs were written as a part of a fantasy theatrical production in Louisiana and Missouri. The music has been adapted to the needs of the performance. I would love to talk about writing for your theatrical performance.

Synth Collection

Here are some compositions that are more of a hybrid nature. More will be added over time.

Spoken Word

I never thought I would write when I was growing up, but God had a different plan for me. I started writing poetry about 10 years ago and spoken word poetry developed from that point over time in my time with the Lord. This is a way for me to get complex emotions out, communicate compelling thoughts, and connect with the Lord. I love the art of making them and producing them in video and audio form. I will have more to come as the years go on.

Poetry

prayers ~ thoughts ~ motivation

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The Saints

The Saints Oh the Saints
Sleep and then awake
To new life in Him whose love awaits.We groan in this life,
We groan for something more,
A presence so foreign,
But so close to home.Awake Oh sleeper!
Death where is your sting?
Where Angels escort to the bosom of the King of all eternity
He calls to all who would believe!Be born anew,
Transformed to something greater,
Who knew a Love so kind could be so present in our waiting.Hope is grasped in gazing towards Heaven!
Mysteries uncovered at every turn.
Be still my heart with care and fragility
Mind my soul forget not His song.The Saints Oh the Saints
Alive
Awake
To new life in Him
Oh Saints!
Oh Saints!

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Waves

The waves Oh the waves so mighty in my mind,
Pulling me under to the watery depths,
Holding my eyes locked in the torrents
Of what ifs, maybes, and somethings.Here Oh waves strong and ever present,
Pressing on my sides wherever I turn,
I come up for air to fall again,
I step but I am afraid to drop like an anchor on this path or that,
To lose Oh waves that mock my tension,
Silence the sound of the rushing wind,
My heart beat steady a dream in the mist.But you know better reminds my soul,
You know the God of impossibilities,
Though the waves be strong,
Though my heart be weak,
Look at He who parts the waves.
To calm the storm deep in my chest,
Rely on this found truth,
The waters may rise and though they be dreadful,
Remember the God who made
The waves obey for a nations salvation,
Remember.
Who you praise!
Who will you praise?

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Writers Block

I write as if one with no sound within,
Unstable unsteady in hours I spend,
Time unraveling the mysteries to pen,
A problem parading like leaves in the wind.Wind me down in silence I spend,
A page in a place of blank stares,
And then my story so grand affixed to the end,
Unravels around my empty head.To be honest the hours fade a mist,
Unless I purpose my heart to touch my God of creativity,
Marvelous the thought,
Every morning he paints the sky with His art.Spirit revived and eyes firm founded,
Resolute the reason to write my message,
What I need is more than skill and wit,
Connected to the Maker of all the heavens.What soundness of soul,
What purity of sight,
What pleasure of heart to know such life,
Wonder around and back again,
I’ll find this One who blesses the pen.Firm in conquest to test this end,
Assured of victory my story begins,
Hearty full my pondering spent,
Popping off plot points and paragraphs,
A win!Now once so empty the page so still,
Springs new life a marvelous story to tell.

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The Grove

Lord let me be your mouthpiece,
Your musical note,
Your expression of grace in this modern age of distance from promised bliss.A kiss of life like streams from the mountain trickle down to soul,
Blessing follow so that what is know is bountiful hope that as it goes will grow.
Cover all my stains so dark with light so white as snow,
Heal and mold my being blessed with chance to see that grove.
Fruit so sweet and luscious be,
The lilies dancing in the sun.How wide the art of enchanted mercy,
What music to the ear,
How vast the truth of wisdom not tamed by apathy or will.Sweet so sweet the redemption speaks of life to body and mind,
Like the tweet to tweet of birds repeat the life song of the pines.Cary my eye,
Hold my breath,
Silence my trails of discourse,
Your face I seek to shine like sun to pardon the darks dreary mood,
Content am I to become like my God who made me in his image,
Dressed in honor sustained just like the green to bless the riverbed.Rose of life,
Sing in time the story of the heavens,
Be to me that grove,
Oh be that flow to cherished belonging,
Warmth of love and safety met like trunks so thick and sturdy.Play the breeze inside this heart of change like seasons through years,
Filled with purpose of Your will guided along the paths so still
Beside the rivers twists and turns.I learn the art,
I sing the song,
I chance the mysteries so pure,
Long for more Oh heart adored ,
Of the things bequeathed to you.

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A Friend

Shifting sands the times that tell,
What is the measure of a friend?
Worried about you stressed without you,Bleeding to bless your fellow man?
Desire caught fire to bind and release.
Treats to tease or meal to please?There is more of my soul than can be found,
In the who of a shell past by in the wind.Silent the distance from what’s in your hand,
Hands that can hold and comfort when
Troubles come like burdens to follow,
Someone to stand by in the tomorrow’s.Source not in man my soul to a master,
Lead me to your undying life,
Not half a glow in light of another,
But shining like light on top of a hill.Beautiful bride who speaks of such blessing,
Broken but beauty behind every bend,
Time will come when we will notice the God given gem of a powerful friend.

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Rhythms and Ripples

Ripples and rhythms,
Starting so small to wide and full,
Swaying in the way of life today,
Affects how big the rhythms of tomorrow.Ripples round out to eagles and stop,
Rhythms learn when to start and not,
Set your clock to learn the way of each wave,
Follow in the footsteps of it the best you can,
Each step closer your life will spread,
What you put in will come out and back again.Spot,
Drop,
Complete,
Matching the rhythms beat.Heart of the Father,
Life unto me,
Settles my soul in peace.Sink,
Swim,
Drowning again,
Off tick a bit to much
And I’m in
Danger of loosing my mind.
How then so clear what was then now cloudy?
But then Grace to chase all the madness away.You want real Change?
I know a guy,
His name Is Jesus!Be careful the rhythms of hands and feet,
Minds and eyes to the heart beat,
We worship what we continually feast
What do your rhythms tell of your history?

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He is to Me

Speak to my soul and I will listen,
I breath in your words.
Silence is your instrument to teach my heart your ways.
Your thoughts higher than my own
Circle my mind and I am home,
To a love that men wish they could know.
Yearning for peace and comfort shown,
By the Love of a Father.Such a beautiful Father He is to me.
So kind to love me in my state.
To be the life boat on the sea of my emotions,
What a pleasant reality He is to me.
To me He is the breath that keeps my heart beating,
Beyond the boundaries barricading my purpose.
Feeding my creativity with His captivating conscious,
Deliverance for me my destiny on the horizon.
What a marvelous God who notices even me,
To me the world could pass into nothingness,
And my God would be nothing less, than perfect, present, faithful and honest.
He is to me the life blood of eternity,
My true north, my bright star, my wish in the dark, the steady in my heart.Blessed be the Holy One,
Hallowed be the name I speak with my mouth,
Jesus precious to the vulnerable and weak,
Healer of all of my heart aches.
Evil cowers at His name,
He knows no fear for he is pure love,
Displayed for humanity to be saved.
He is to me the most beautiful reality,
Risen from death to life,
Seated by the Father of Lights,
A marvel to creation adored in all the heavens.
He is to me love incarnate.
Matchless, immovable,
Broken and poured out for punishment meant for me.
He took my place, he holds my gaze, my allegiance, my faith.He is to me three in one.
Spirit satisfied to reside in my heart,
His words in my mind,
Enrapturing my soul,
Pouring out Power to make Him know.
His presence tangibly stable and persistent,
Helping me push through the lifeless and mundane.
To change my old into new,
The painter does have his view!
To craft and mold me with a stroke and a sway,
Mindful to be gentle to my present state.
Oh wonderful councilor to have and to hold,
the frailty of my life and balance it with hope.
He is to me the promise of loneliness forgotten,
Ever tending my mind and moments lost,
Like a Gardner pruning beauty from chaos.
My constant, my possessor, my comfort, my protector.If all the sound of existence sings to reveal your brilliance let me sing in chorus faithful.
How lowly the though of me in the sight of one so holy,
Yet still I am to Him it seems beloved above all things created.
But who He is to me
I believe
He is to me.

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Unchecked Desire

The God who sees penetrates my apathy,
Strait to the heart of delusion.
Let me know what I am missing says the heart of the wayward one.
Let me indulge in the fancy of fancies,
Let me understand the forbidden.
What pure love is found in the innocent.
What grace replaced with shame in turn.
How wide the Peace of the Father to redeem even me.Hope not in this fountain of wonder,
You who long for taste steel your heart and mind.
Honor is found in the fight of the faithful,
Purity a price so high to be won in,
Surrender to the heart of the Father.
Desire unchecked leads feet to dens,
Of lions parading like sirens at sea.
What you find you will certainly get,
All the more fun for a moment of bliss.Forget the things you loose in the future,
Forget your time waisted in torture to,
Feel that pleasure again and again,
What you have lost is hard to find my friend.Clean forgiven and washed of desire,
The God of Heaven offers so freely,
You wouldn’t suppose that chains grow,
But to be found in them the more you know,
You need a miracle to shake them off.So have your miracle,
Know His name,
Jesus truly is the breaker of chains.
You may not see the truth until it’s to late,
If you ignore the chance to hear him today.Listen up you bound in black and blue,
Save your tomorrows and be renewed.
Life’s rabbit holes don’t always lead to what’s best,
It may be time to unload what’s on your chest.

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War

Praise befits the righteous of heart purified by the blood of the Savior,
Survival temps the weary heart,
Plagues the mind in times of war,
Blood that pours quenches the song of the innocent with promise,
We need more of You Peace Maker
World sustainer,
Hope bringer,
Deliver us oh God of the flame,Times are getting testy,
Powers are shedding the blame of evil that has poured out over centuries,
This pain is buried at the core of everything you have made,
All created things cry out for alignment,
Its time to stand for Your Kingdom,
Prepare for your coming,
We need a revolution of the heart!Raised from the dead these bones again will praise!
Brought back from darkness,
The light is on its way,
Piercing through the minds of the forgotten,
Rallying the wills of the chosen,
We got a juggernaut greater than the enemy,
We got a purpose stronger than the sedated minds of the sleepers,Wake up to the movement,
Wake up to the sun,
Run and find the heart of the Father who won every battle,
Defeated every lie,
Crushed every enemy and silenced the graves cry,
No time to back up now,
The train of his robe is coming,
The sound of His horns are close at hand,
The wrath of His justice will be satisfied,
Turn your life to Him and live!Free of the malice and free of the pain,
Full of faith call on His name,
He hears your heart,
He knows your shame,
He sent His own son to die so you could be saved
From the destruction of your soul,
Hope is on the way,
Barreling through the trenches of endless wars of the hearts of men,The stage of heaven is set,
The monocle is ready for the eye of vengeance
To separate the sinner from the saint.
The Lord is on the way!
The Lord forever praise!

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Listen (Part One)

Listen for a thought and tune your ears to the truth,
Set hesitation aside and make it procrastination proof,
The focus and attention to detail that you choose,
Will directly affect how you win or how you lose.Set a marker on the truth of Gods Word,
Don’t get caught up in the emotions of this world,
Absurd little lies that like to tickle your hearts fancies,
Will leave you down and wasted in a pit of lost potentials.Listen with your heart not to voices in the darkness,
Tune your ears to more than the media’s dark attentions,
There is so much hope in store for the follower of the Light,
Listen to the Love that brings you from what was dead back to life.

Listen (Part Two)

Listen,
Oh listen child,
You think I am far off,
But I am closer than a breath.Don't hide,
I see the dark you are facing,
I know the pain you are carrying,
A weight so heavy in little hands,
My child Im here to carry it.Dark is light in My world,
Come to me precious one,
Bad things may find you,
And dark days may too,
But I know how to love you through
All that ache,
All that shame.
Listen close,
I am the same God who sees all of your being,
I love you no matter what you are feeling.Oh child I want you so close to Me,
To be at peace,
To know Me,So listen child,
I am still here,
No matter the faults,
No matter your fears,
Rest in this love today,
I AM still your safe place.

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Stories

I never thought I would be a writer. I honestly had trouble in school in the english department! But the Lord has placed it on my heart to write at times. I will be adding more to this section as time passes. For now here are some excerpts of some of the writings I am currently working on. Some will be in audio form, some in written, and some maybe even in video in time.

Merch

Merch will be coming soon.