This song brings me great joy. There is much in me it speaks to.
Thank you, John.
An Open, Homeward Gate - by John King
When all you’ve planted withers away And the colors of your love have bled to gray As the river finally dries, leaving only questions why Close your eyes And see What you hope to be An open, homeward gate
When your father hides his face When the world becomes the darkest lonely place As the fire dies with the chill of endless night Close your eyes And see You’ve almost reached The open, homeward gate
When your lungs want no more breath When your body falls with every weakened step As your spirit dies with a silent cry Lift your eyes And see The Savior breach Your broken open gate
I was goofing around one day with ‘Pockets’ and made this. This is the only part of the song I really worked on (the rest was pretty stinkin’ boring). While typing, I realized that I haven’t posted any music other than variations of ‘Pockets’. I’ll be changing that shortly. In the mean time…. AUTO TUNE.
We hope you are all doing fantastic. We’ve just returned from a weekend trip that took us to Columbus, OH and Franklin, IN for two different but equally cool shows. In Columbus, we played at our friend Gene Bernardo’s house. We had a great time chillin with friends there, and we…
I had a lot to write about the evolution of what this song means to me.
I decided not to write it all. I’d love to discuss it in person with anyone and everyone.
A huge thanks to my friend Rochelle Reamy for singing on this recording. I planned on adding a lot to this song, but when she sent it back, I couldn’t add anything more. I find the simplicity in this recording beautiful. Everything was recorded into the built in mic on our computers. I hope to record more songs with Rochelle in the future.