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 

Things. Thoughts. Words.

Aware.

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.

comewind:

Hello everyone.

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…

A true emergency in this world is human trafficking. How can we not do anything? 

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.

Hope you enjoy.

My little sister fell off a chair. She had to tell me about it.