By now, I've written a few songs, and I played those songs again and again for myself - I always do this. I want to hear them, make sure I like them, I guess. Really, I just like playing them. When the song is new, you can never hear it too much.
And here are some snippets of those songs...
...about a month, a season, a grace-full God:
We need the Spring
to help us dream
when the winter was so long
those short, gray days
pushed our hope away
but you finally bring it back
...a very creepy fish who I still found myself envious of:
Jumpin' off the dock was a scary thought
with you down there below
snout like a gator, I said, I'll see you later...
...and hard things.
I could reach my hands toward you
but we both know there's no going back.
but we both know there's no going back.
Thankful for the time, the writing, the breeze, the wheat harvest, the quiet, the lonely.
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