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)

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...

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...

Wrote this on a lonely, cold and rainy day in Silverton. Amy was at work, Sarah was at school, and I was wandering around town, a stranger in a strange land.

A fun little ditty with a nod to Hank Williams (my attempt, anyway...)

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

Another rough demo to quickly post and share

Another rough demo to quickly post and share

Another rough demo to quickly post and share