Word of God SPEAK!

It is Sunday morning, and before I get ready for church and all the chaos there (being a working musician equals a busy Sunday!) I want to share one of my favorite songs with you. This song touches me at the deepest core of my being. When it comes on the radio, I have to stop and listen. I have no choice. It’s like the Holy Spirit compels me to stop whatever I’m doing and listen to this song.

Word of God Speak From MercyMe…
I’m finding myself at a loss for words and the funny thing is, it’s okay.
The last thing I need is to be heard,
But to hear what You would say.

Word of God, speak.
Would you pour down like rain, washing my eyes to see Your majesty?
To be still and know
that You’re in this place?
Please let me stay and rest
in Your holiness. Word of God, speak.

And there it is. That’s why I must stop. I want to stay and rest in His holiness. It’s my safe place. It’s where I’m most relaxed and at rest and it’s hard to leave it for the real world.

More lyrics…

I’m finding myself in the midst of You
Beyond the music, beyond the noise.
All that I need is to be with You and
In the quiet, to hear Your voice

This song makes me feel more connected to God than practically any other song. (That’s hard for me to say because I don’t have a favorite.)

So here I am in the quiet of my studio this morning, and I stop everything to listen and write down these words and my thoughts. On this Sabbath when I know I won’t have much rest, I want to be still and know that God is in this place. I can stay and rest in His holiness any place. Any time.

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Featured image: one of my favorite places here, an early spring view at Shaker Village of Pleasant Hill, Mercer County, Kentucky.


God has a sense of humor. He must have! It’s Sunday morning and I’m getting geared up for a full morning at church, but the song in my head is Michael Buble singing Everything. These words are on repeat in my brain…

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It’s you, it’s you, You make me sing.
You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything

This just makes me smile. Proof to me that God can use anything… any song, any lyric… any and everything at His disposal to show us His love. Because when I hear these words in my head this morning, I’m thinking ‘GOD’.

God makes me sing. In this crazy life (and these times are certainly crazy) it’s God that will bring us through. It’s Christ that brings us hope and gets us through. I don’t know if Michael Buble ever thought of his song in these terms or if he ever thought anybody else would… But I do. Maybe that’s the Holy Spirit? Either way, I’m thankful that He makes me sing, that I see Him in my everyday life and hear Him in the music in my head. He IS my everything.

EVERYTHING by Michael Buble

Jesus BE

I’m nervous this morning. If everything works out right, I have an opportunity this morning to play and sing one of my original songs in worship… To lead worship with a song I wrote called Jesus Be. I wrote it about 18 months ago, and it’s running through my mind this morning. I’m nervous on several counts…

A. I am an extremely shy person, though most people don’t believe that. I have a hard time being in front of an audience unless I’m behind a giant piano and there’s other stuff going on at the same time.

B. This will be the first time in a very long time, maybe 20 years, that I have had the courage to perform one of my own pieces… To just put it out there as my art and let The Lord use it as He wills.

C. This song is very special to me. I wrote it after my cervical spine surgery when I had very little hope that my voice would come back. It comes from a place of pain and suffering.

D. Though my voice is not back to what it was before, it is there. So I will use it this morning, and I will let God do with it as He wills.


Jesus be my guide.
Jesus be my hope.
Draw me to your side.
Never let me go.
Take my worries and my hurts.
Would you love me as I am?
Jesus be my Lord,
The one and only spotless lamb of God.

This is my prayer on this beautiful Sunday morning in the Bluegrass. Only God could make a day like this. I think I hear another song coming on!!


I stayed up too late last night. I was on the phone with a friend and it was one of those times when we would say goodbye but keep talking, having just one more thing to say. At my age, those kind of conversations don’t happen on a regular basis, which is probably a good thing. I’m a little bleary-eyed this morning, and I need to be able to see those little black notes on the music in a couple of hours.

Good conversations with a great friend are so special. Learning more about each other and listening to thoughts, opinions, and hurts. Supporting each other and reasoning through a tough issue. Laughing over something that happened to one or both of us. I feel blessed to have good friends… People I know will be there when I need them – or even when I don’t.

It is Sunday morning in the bluegrass, and it’s the Sunday after Easter. It can be a let-down after all the excitement of the Easter celebration. This morning I was reading the story about Jesus’ friends as they walked on the road to Emmaus in Luke 24. Boy, did they have some tough things to talk about! Their leader had been crucified and buried… I can’t even begin to fathom how that must have felt to them… And some of the women had found the grave was empty that very morning. Then Jesus himself came up and was walking with them! Of course, they didn’t recognize him. But the conversation continued with Jesus explaining everything about himself beginning with Moses and the prophets.

I love making new friends, and that feeling when you’ve only just met someone and talked a little while but feel like you’ve known each other forever. I think these men felt that same way about Jesus on that road. They had talked and walked until they came to a parting place. But the men invited Jesus to come and eat with them. So He did. (He always does.)

When he was at table with them, he took the bread and blessed and broke it and gave it to them. And their eyes were opened, and they recognized him.

And just like that, Jesus turned their sorrow into joy.

That’s what the music in my head does for me. When I wake up with words like “Christ is risen from the dead. Come awake! Come awake!” in my head, like this morning, it’s as though Jesus is here with me, and in an instant, He turns my sorrow to joy, my pain into passion, my hurts melt away.

They say a person can’t truly know someone unless they spend time with them. Jesus spent time with His friends and they knew Him. Or rather they spent time with Jesus and HE knew them… If I spend time with my friends, even if it’s on the phone too long at night, I know them. If I spend time with Jesus, I know Him. And just like my friend last night, He is there when I call Him, waiting for me to call Him back, anxious to talk with me about a couple of big issues in my life… Happy to laugh with me over some funny things that happened, and willing to hear me out.