Faith is assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. When Faith goes to the market, it always takes a basket. The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith and the beginning of faith is the end of anxiety. [George Mueller…

Faith is assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. When Faith goes to the market, it always takes a basket. The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith and the beginning of faith is the end of anxiety. [George Mueller…

A mini-miniature conceived last night, some hours ago... as the result of a discussion. Enjoy. Edit: new record.

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…

Key - G People had been requesting this song for years. I decided to write it. It's the most requested song in Tarrant county It's a song that I had never heard before But I always try to sing the songs folks ask for and that' for sure…

This song is something special to me. I think it was special to John too. It hurts to miss people who are gone from your life, but I think it's worse to forget them.

Another song I love. Nothing compares to Lou, though. Seasonal, will melt away soon!

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…

Just the traditional tune. I've always loved it.

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…