This song is based off of Psalm 34. Would love to hear your feedback and suggestions. Verse 1 As we come to Your table with our hunger and our thirst We come longing for more than bread alone We are led to Your feast where now our cup will overflow Taste and see all the goodness He has shown Chorus Oh taste and see that the Lord is good Our Shepherd King giving all we need In our highest joys, through our deepest pain Oh taste and see that the Lord is good Verse 2 Many are the afflictions of the righteous ones You’ve called Oh how long will this heavy trial last? I will cry for Your help Yes He will hear our every plea You will hold us until these nights are past Verse 3 Come and sing of His praises every morning day and night With each breath bless the Lord in all your days I will sing in the valleys, I will sing on mountain tops Through the joys, through the pain I lift my praise

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Hi friends, I wrote this poem. I’m not sure if it needs music, but thought I’d share in case it serves anyone. I thought there were some cool ideas in here. Thanks! Grave Robbery: Two nights ago, they killed him — I laid him in the hallowed earth, But took my sorrow back with me. I rise, red-eyed, to face this dawn. I’ll go to weep a little bit. Perhaps … to heal my wounded soul. … My feet draw near with reverent pace. But then my heart stands still. My blood runs cold! A blackness yawns before my eyes. It’s been disturbed! I gasp --- Grave robbery!? … Red eyes see red! To steal the dead!? What monster could disturb a tomb? Perhaps it’s some mistake, I think And whirl about. Did no one see? … I chase him down -- the groundskeeper! Perhaps he knows? He turns to me. His eyes meet mine and as they do, mine open wide! My heart - not dead? - bursts from the womb! … What seemed a nightmare slithers off! Death slips its grip! Its fangs are drawn! My King has stolen joy from Death, For Death itself has been despoiled! … The vanquished stands victorious! And Horror’s dearest plans are foiled! The Son has risen with the sun! And wears no shroud, clothed in the dawn! … For in one instant, all has changed. And with a twinkle in his eye, He looks at me. I have not lost and never will. He takes my hand to lead me forth Away from grief. … We step into the light of day As clouds, like banners, fill the sky. I know belief. We leave behind an empty tomb as we go out, Rejoicing in … Grave robbery!

As someone with a lot of hobbies, interests, and responsibilities, I have quite a few things "on the bench", awaiting that mythical "free moment" when I can come back and do the next step. Musically, what do you have "on the bench"? Any projects in work that aren't ready to share, but that you're hoping to work on when you find your round TUIT? Personally, I would like to clean up / finalize a WIP song called "Point East". In fact, mentioning it here makes me think that I should get a quick recording to share with you lovely folks.

I wrote this text a little while back, but have never been totally happy with any of the tunes I’ve tried. If anyone has any ideas, I’d love to hear someone else’s take on it! I Am His 1). My heart cannot contain the whole Of all the joy that fills my soul; For Christ has looked upon my sin, And still He bids me come to Him. He sees my every fault and shame, And yet He calls to me by name; And so I leave all else behind; For I am His and He is mine. 2). For He is mine, and I am His In me He dies; in Him I live In Him I move, in Him I breathe In Him my joy is made complete. In Him my sins are washed away, In Him I’m cleansed of guilt and shame. In Him I know the riches of The Father’s mercy and His love. 3). How can it be that Christ should die For such a lowly wretch as I? Why should he bleed for my offense? Why should I gain His righteousness? What boundless love, what endless grace That Christ would suffer in my place For He has died that I might live; He bore my sin to make me His. 4). My heart cannot contain the whole Of all the joy that fills my soul For Christ has conquered all my sin And rose to walk in life again. Now as He lives, so too shall I, For in His triumph death has died; And so I leave all else behind For I am His and He is mine.