Finally fulfilled my dream to have our kids sing with us in Church. Wrote this from I Corinthians 8: "Knowledge Puffs up, Love Builds Up"

"In his days may the righteous flourish, and peace abound, till the moon be no more!" (Isaiah 72:7)

Not a song, just an improvisational skit in which I played one of the Magi who visited the Christ child. (I'm a short Japanese-American from Hawaii, hence the "Wee King" and "Orient" jokes)

"In his days may the righteous flourish, and peace abound, till the moon be no more!" (Isaiah 72:7)

"In his days may the righteous flourish, and peace abound, till the moon be no more!" (Isaiah 72:7)

"In his days may the righteous flourish, and peace abound, till the moon be no more!" (Isaiah 72:7)

Just a scratch demo of my attempt at Byrdsiness.

We are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me.

We are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me.

We are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me.