#Stacktober Lyrics

#Stacktober Lyrics

The Harvest   Father, you owe me my inheritance, all my inheritance I put in my time working the garden planting and harvesting Take the heat of the afternoon Add the peach trees, times by two And I’ll tell you what you get Maybe a tenth, maybe a hundredth of my inheritance   I plan
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Adam – original song and reflection on sin

  A rewrite of the familiar story. I’m aware that a technical definition of sin is breaking the law. But Jesus taught that the thought process behind the behavior is even more significant or more effectual than the behavior. What seems most typical is that we decide whether or not we are sinners based on
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Mirror, Mirror is Here, Here

This 2014 Spring, Pastor Dan Whitlow of the New York Conference commissioned me to write a theme song for the Camp Cherokee summer camp season. After getting the details of the theme from Amanda, his daughter, I set to work writing “Mirror, Mirror.” The theme was “Reflecting Christ”–or something close to that; my memory is
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Alison Brook and Scott Kabel Vespers/Concert

Alison Brook was kind enough to invite me along for a vespers at the Paw Paw church in SW Michigan. Quite a treat. Check out her website and look for her on Itunes. http://www.reverbnation.com/alisonbrook

Pay Stub – AUdio Signature Series

Bought some jeans at target, ripped apart the pocket on Sunday Halleluiah Pay stub on the carpet, burned it in the market on Monday Halleluiah And it’s not my business, Jesus. I’m sure you’ve got your reasons So I’ll just say, halleluiah, halleluiah Grampa’s got lymphoma and fell into a coma on Tuesday Halleluiah Couldn’t
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Water

Let’s just say that we’ll meet on the crook of the lake where the stream pulls at the surface, ribbons and curls it, invites it to leave I’ll ask you to stand up Look out over the edge of The stream as it falls away lazily crawls away and look to the bottom. The first
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Canning Friends

Maybe when the summer ends We’ll find a blueberry patch, and then Will pick a bucket, maybe two, Eating ’til our lips are blue. And then we’ll wash them, Pluck the leaves and pull the stems. Then we’ll sort them, Throw the culls and keep the gems. In freezer bags we’ll freeze our friends. Maybe
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