A Bahai wedding prayer that I have put music.

Wedding prayer.

Now It's Over

Thanks to Shane Barrett for help mixing and his guitar parts!

One Door Closes

Aching for You

Pour Me Out

In the name of God, the most holy, the most exalted.

Praise be to Thee, O God, My God. I make mention of Thee at this time, when the sun of Thy Godhead hath risen from the horizon of the splendid divinity of Thy oneness, the lights of Thy lordship have flashed forth from the dawning of the ineffable encounter with the eternal kingdom of Thy self-sufficiency, and the darkness of this world hath been illumined by the radiance of the faithful realm of Thy cause--in such wise that the garden of paradise came into being above the essence of Thy glorious selfhood. Therein were planted the trees of Thy quintessence, which put forth the fruits of Thine essence, and therein wafted the breezes of Thy spirit and the breaths of Thy sanctity. Therein were foreordained the gems of Thy bounties and the substance of Thy munificence; and therein were uncovered the treasures of Thy knowledge and mystery. Over its terraces flow the streams of Thy glorious life, the canals of Thy radiant eternality, and the springs of the wine of Thine inaccessibility. When Thou didst desire, O my God, to manifest it, Thou didst raise it up to the throne of grandeur and greatness, embellish it with the rays of might and power, render it effulgent by Thine essence, and didst make to shine upon it the sun of oneness from the pre-eternal lights of Thy features. Thou didst light for it the wick of eternity in the lamp of pre-existence. Now, Thy most exalted decree hath come to the kingdom of command by Thy signature, so that a visage might appear therefrom, that the brilliance of Thy beauty might be manifest to all who dwell on earth, and that the glory of Thy countenance might be seen by all who are in the realm of Thy cause.

There arose the houri, Who had dwelt in pre-eternity in the pavilions of holiness, protection, and glorification and in the canopies of sinlessness, greatness and splendor. Upon Her creamy brow the most high pen hath written in crimson ink, "Praise be to God! This is a houri upon Whom none have gazed save God, the exalted, the most high. God hath purified the hem of Her purity from the knowledge of the concourse of names in the realm of eternity, and Her face from the view of all who are in the kingdom of creation. When She arose with the ornament of God from Her palace, She looked with one glance toward the sky. The people of the heavens swooned at the rays of Her visage and at the wafting of Her perfume. Then She looked with another glance toward the earth, and it was illumined by the lights of Her beauty and the loveliness of Her splendor.

Praise be to Thee, O my God, for all the wonders of Thy handiwork that Thou hast shown Me in Her, for the ensemble of Thy power, manifest in Her creation. She hung there, suspended. Then She journeyed through the sky as though striding across the horizon in mid-air. It is as though I discovered that the chain of being was set in motion by Her footfalls. She descended, drew nigh, and came until She halted before Me. I was bewildered by the subtleties and wonders of Her creation. Behold, I discovered within myself a passion that grew out of my yearning for Her. I raised my hands toward Her, and lifted the hem of Her veil from Her shoulder. I found Her hair to be sandy, wavy and curly, lying on Her back in ringlets, hanging down almost to Her legs. And when the gales blew it to the right of Her shoulder, it perfumed the heavens and the earth. When it was blown to the left, from its fragrance there spread a holy musk-like scent. It is as though the motion of Her tresses caused the spirit of life to quake in the inner essence of creation, and caused the kingdom of mystical insight to tremble in the realities of being...

-Baha'u'llah
Full prayer link: https://bahai-library.com/bahaullah_lawh_huriyyih

Tablet of the Maiden

Collaboration with Larry Magee and John Quick 

Copyright John Quick 2019

If I Could Choose

Up On The Housetop- Hallmark Feature

If Only We Could Have Been

Hear me oh King, all of my tears are longing only for you. Only for you. 

My heart sings of the joy and blessings, all from you, there all from you. 

I give myself up in offering, that you might help me form my wings and soar above this mortal realm with you.

Release me from my suffering and free me from this body and take me to the place where i’m with you, only you.

Hear my prayers, heal all my weakness and fear, only can you, only can you.

Feed my soul, with your melodic notes, Make me anew, only can you, only can you. 

I give myself up in offering, that you might help me form my wings and soar above this mortal realm with you, soar with you 

Release me from my suffering and free me from this body and take me to the place where i’m with you, only you, only with you….

Hear Me Oh King!

A song written in honor of my one of a kind uncle who left this world before his time. I'll miss you. Every time I play your guitar I think of you.

I'll Miss You

When The Rooster Crows

Honey don’t you worry, cuz I’m in no hurry. I’m right beside you til the end. So put your arms around me. Let’s fight off the lonely, and we can dance to the tune of love

You are my star, my moon and my heart. Yes you are the light of my life. You have my soul, you make my spirit whole. You are the light of my life.

Tell me all your stories even if their boring, Yeah I wanna read all your pages. Wont judge you by your cover or compare you to others cuz  babe you are one of a kind.

One Of A Kind

Just As I Remembered

YOU BEEN PLAYING GAMES WITH MY HEART SO LONG THAT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL
RUNNING FROM THE PAIN OF ANOTHER DAY BUT I CANT SEEM TO ESCAPE

SO TELL ME HOW WILL I MAKE IT OUT TO THE OTHER SIDE
WHEN EVERY MOMENT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE DEEP DOWN INSIDE

WAKE ME WHEN THE WORST OF IT IS GONE FOR GOOD
BURRIED IN MY SHADOWS CANT SEEM TO GET A GRIP
TELL ME WHY DO I HURT EVERY GOD DAMN DAY  
EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP TO FACE THE SAME   

ON A SINKING BOAT WITH NO LIFE RAFT NOW
YEAH I THINK I’M GONNA DROWN
TRYIN TO FIND THE GOOD BUT HEART IS NUMB
AND MY MIND IS DRAWING BLANKS

SO TELL ME HOW WILL I MAKE IT OUT TO THE OTHER SIDE
WHEN EVERY MOMENT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE DEEP DOWN INSIDE

WAKE ME WHEN THE WORST OF IT IS GONE FOR GOOD
BURRIED IN MY SHADOWS CANT SEEM TO GET A GRIP
TELL ME WHY DO I HURT EVERY GOD DAMN DAY  
EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP TO FACE THE SAME

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