The songs I write come from a deep pool of Living Water inside of me.
A deep chasm was created by great pain, sorrow, suffering, and struggle.
The Water is the gift of God that fills the once empty shell of my soul.
Family and friends are like flowers and trees growing nearby.
They bear the fruits of love and goodwill that feed my heart.
Music fills the air around my little pond.
Come, rest by the warm Fire, and have a drink of the cool, clear Water.
Ahhhhhh . . . the angels are singing harmony with us again tonight.