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

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

An old song, written while walking in the rain on Kauai. Sung in church with some wonderful brothers, Alani Woodward and Mike Lingaton.

Wrote this for my Uncle Arthur Furuta when he passed away. He was a jovial guy with smiley eyes, and always had nice things to say to us kids. I imagined him joking and telling stories even from his hospital days, until the light finally faded...

My attempt at a country/bluegrass gospel song

"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)

An old song, written while walking in the rain on Kauai. Sung in church with some wonderful brothers, Alani Woodward and Mike Lingaton.

Just my stab at writing an "oldies" gospel song.