Father of the Poor Verse 1: Father of the poor, here we stand before Your throne with our hearts—they’re all we have. Receive them, Lord; accept our praise, and pour out Your Spirit upon us all. Ancient of Days, we have searched the whole…

cleared out some mental clutter and wrote this to finish the job. Remembering Alaska.

wha?

Based on actual events.

Even If the World Hates You Verse 1: Dark clouds above my head as I passed through the storm, Fed with their lies and hatred, blinded by this wicked world. Lost in a tunnel of tears with no light in sight, I had to call on Your name…

The beginning soundbite was my attempt to record a seething pile of maggots nom-nom-noming on a critter of indeterminate identity off the side of the road. Cleaned it up, slowed it down. It's not that effective, I know, but you get the picture…

Written and recorded for the Record Every Month Challenge in September 2025