***** Lyrics *****

Verse 1
You walk like the wind with a story to tell 
With silence that sings where no voices dwell
You gather the pieces that others let fall
And find what is sacred in the smallest of all

Refrain
You are the reason I feel, the reason I try
The love that never left, the soft unspoken why

Verse 2
You don’t speak in thunder, or ask to be seen
But your hands know the language of all that has been.
You carry the grief no one knew had a name
And held it softly, then lit it with flame

Refrain
You are the reason I feel, the reason I try
The love that never left, the soft unspoken why

Verse 3
You don't seek applause, you don't beg for the stage
You whisper a truth that outlives every age
Your the hand in the dark, that calm in the storm,
The comfort in winter that makes my life warm

Refrain
You are the reason I feel, the reason I try
The love that never left, the love that answers why.

Bridge
Some carry torches some carry swords
But you carry moments the world has ignored
And you make them shine——

Refrain
You are the reason I feel, the reason I try.
The love that never left, the love that answered why.

Refrain
You are the reason I feel, the reason I try.
The love that never left, the love that answered why


Refrain
You are the reason I feel, the reason I try.
The love that never left, the love that answered why

Outro
The reason I loved, The reason was you.

You are my reason. I still love you.

The Reason Was You

Verse 1
The freshly washed SUV waits in the morning sun,
The car she loved to ride in a thousand times before.
Her dress lies folded on my lap—the peach colored one
So proud she was when this dress she recently wore.

Verse 2
I hold it close, inhaling her scent, then let it go
And keep the polish to do her nails myself.
The world around me carries on as days do,
While I move through a day that should have never been felt.

Verse 3
Her little casket is settled in the back—
Small enough to fit on a fluffy colorful rug
Where weekly groceries were usually stacked.
I’m in the car behind, aching to give her a hug


Verse 4
The house feels so empty when I open the door,
As if all the air has been sucked out of the place.
Her shoes wait by the rug where they hit the floor—
Small, bright things that never needed the word, grace

Verse 5
I move them to the side, then put them right back,
Because the space looks wrong without her touch.
The rooms feel duller like they somehow lost track—
Of the little girl we all loved so much.

Bridge 1
There’s a long, low breath when the last car pulls away—
A sound my body makes before I even know what to say
The weight of the day loosens by a thread or two,
Enough to let me know what I lost after all I’ve been through.
The tears want to come, but I don't want them to
I’m afraid they might take my life with them if they do.

Verse 6
Morning comes because it must, not because I want it.
I know I should sit with friends, let someone carry me a bit
But all I want is to be here—where her footsteps should be,
In case she tries to reach across the veil to connect with me

Verse 7
I turn on the news and see the mourners—
Other families, other tiny coffins nestled in corners.
Our daughter was mentioned there among them.
A day holding too much and no child to love them.

Verse 8
They say their thoughts and prayers are with us,
But I really don’t know what good that does—
I would take every one of them if it would give us
Even a single child who is saved because.

Verse 9
How can a country lose its children in places meant for living?
In schools, in churches, in theaters, in stores
What kind of country gets weapons meant for death giving
And lets anyone have them with a good enough score.

Verse 10
They say this is mourning, they say this ache is grief—
But words feel too small for a wound made by a murderer and thief.
I want to scream until the sky splits open,
But I don’t want anyone to hear—I’m hoping...

Verse 11
Hoping I can get rid of this numbness and pain that I feel.
So no one else has to to watch a child suffer, bleed, and go still.
For a chance that children's rights rise higher than the right to carry.
What would it take to save your Jason or Mary?

Verse12
Sometimes the thought drifts in—the wish to follow her,
To slip into the quiet place I imagine she waits for me.
But I know my place is here, in the world that failed her,
The way we’re going, there will be more others like me—

Verse 13
I never asked for this role—but it’s the one thing I can offer
Maybe she can see from wherever she is, her mother as an author
So another mother can weep safely, knowing she is seen where she is
And maybe someone will think first before taking something that isn’t his.

Verse 14
No gentle dawn makes this hurt make sense.
All we can ask is why—and hold back the rage
And hope the world might someday have a defense.
For the loss of a child at this tender young age

Bridge 2
The world moves on, and my wound’s only plea—
Is for justice, good sense, and mercy to be,
But nothing changes. Her life ends yet your guns are still free—
Is the hollow truth that stretches out before me—
And so the question waits with me,

Pre Outro
How many more lives will it take?
Before we come to our senses and see
That children's lives are what’s really at stake.
That should never be a possibility.

Outro
If we commit to the kids before they are born?
Then why not commit to these kids and their mothers, forlorn?
Please answer me— Why?

Why Her_

Verse 1
We helped build the house with children’s hands,
Digging sod until our bones were tired.
A basement carved from stubborn land,
A family rising was what the house required..

We lived half-finished, in the basement small,
But it held us stubbornly anyway.
The walls were marked with who we were—
All of us, each in our own particular way.

Chorus
And years rolled on like weather,
Building timber over stone.
And the day we finally moved upstairs came
The kitchen, dining and living room, done.

Those were the last rooms we inhabited
She whispered to the finished bones—
"I survived my own childhood home.
You survived with me."

Verse 2
The brothers helped with outside tasks
Mowing grass, burning garbage in the barrel
She did the work inside, the first one tasked
To do the cooking, cleaning, and ironing apparel.

She learned what duty meant and when to leave.
Silence stayed in that house as the family unraveled.
And that old place became a ghost they couldn’t keep.
So Mom and Dad sold it to someone else and travelled.

Chorus
And years rolled on like weather,
She saw changes here and there.
Each time she drove by she wondered
How the family liked the kitchen and the stairs.

The tiny unfinished bathroom used to be her space
Yet, somehow she managed a memory of grace.
"I survived my own childhood home.
You survived with me."

Verse 3
Then one day we heard they burned it down,
A training fire for the town firemen to learn.
No obligation to notify, call or visit first
Just smoke rising where the memories burned.

She drove out later, walked the ash and stone,
Saw the chimney standing like a spine.
Strange how a place can become unknown
While the work we did still lives in time.

Chorus
And years rolled on like weather,
Lumber burning over stone.
That’s the day they burned it down
And left the chimney standing alone.

She walked the ashes afterward
And whispered to a tree: —
"I survived my own childhood home.
You almost survived me."

Bridge
Funny how a place can die and leave you standing more alive—
A person with history still written in the ground.
Some memories don’t fade with fire;
They deepen when the walls are down.

Final Chorus
And so she stood there in the ashes
Where the present used to be—
Charred beams, broken earth,
Memories, the only thing to see.

Outro
No grief left—only the little she left be
A finished truth that let her agree:
"I survived my own childhood home.
But it didn’t survive me."

You Didn't Survive Me

Verse 1
I know how silence shapes a life,
How sorrow cuts like a brand new knife.
I’ve seen pain lean toward something artful.
Beauty born from what was hurtful.

Dreams have slept through years of snow,
Waiting on a thaw to grow.
And still I keep mine, soft and low—
Pressed between pages, so they show.

Chorus
What do I do with what I know?
Do I shout it out or take it slow?
Do I carry it, drag it, or let it go?
What do I do with what I know?

Verse 2
I know the warmth of love’s first spark,
And how it cools when days leave a mark.
I’ve seen truth bend beneath desire,
And what it feels like to be a survivor.

I’ve held remorse like river silt,
It settles deep beneath the guilt.
I've learned from being a one man show—
Just another line in what I know.

Chorus
What do I do with what I know?
Do I shout it out or take it slow?
Do I carry it, drag it, or let it go?
What do I do with what I know?

Verse 3
I know the strength of letting be,
How time reveals what eyes can’t see.
I know taxes and death are what's sure
That healing hurts before it cures.

I’ve walked through loss, and still I find
A fragile faith beneath the grind—
A quiet grace the years bestow,
A tiny light in what I know.

Chorus
What do I do with what I know?
Do I shout it out or take it slow?
Do I carry it, drag it, or let it go?
What do I do with what I know?

Bridge
Maybe knowing is forgiving,
The quiet proof is what I'm living.
Each truth I hold, I let it shine,
Turning pain to something fine.

Verse 4
I do know what it’s like to be—Ignored,
Devalued, hated and sometimes adored,
How to sort these mixed signals 'til
My mind has too much absorbed.

I know the strain of justifying my worth,
And the inside harm of wounds submerged.
And divergent things inside converged,
What I'm trying to do is let me emerge.

Chorus
What do I do with what I know?
Do I shout it out or take it slow?
Do I carry it, drag it, or let it go?
What do I do?

Final Verse
So I give you, in verse and song,
the life I have lived in for so long—
the hurts, the love, the happy sighs,
the truth that still outshines the lies.

Each word a seed, each note, a plea,
a trace of all that’s left of me.

Final Chorus / Outro
So what do I do with what I know? I'll
Let you take it with the love it shows.
I’ve carried it as far as I can go—
So take what’s left, and make it glow.

Just take what's left........
and make it grow.....

Will this be good enough for a will?

ok. Bye


"What Do I Do" is a quiet accounting of the weight we carry through the years — the truths we’ve learned, the hurts we’ve endured, and the grace we gather along the way. Sung in Gavin’s steady, human way, the song leans into that moment when a life’s worth of knowing rises to the surface and demands to be named. It asks the question honestly, without pretense:
What do we do with everything we’ve lived?

A reflection, a release, and a passing-on of what remains

What I Know

Scammer’s Ninja is a smoky, slow-burn swing in the style of a Pink Panther prowl—low clarinet and sax curling around a velvet bass line while a seasoned voice tells the truth with a half-smile and no apology. It’s the story of a woman who’s seen every trick in the digital age and cuts through scams with one quiet flick of wit. No drama. No raised voice. Just the elegance of someone who spots the plot twist before the scammer can type “hello dear.”

It’s mischievous, confident, and sharper than it looks—an anthem for anyone who’s ever outwitted a fraud before finishing your cup of cocoa.

***** Lyrics *****

Verse 1
He slid in my inbox with a silver-tongued hello,
Slick as a salesman with nowhere to go.
Promised me the moon, “a future in the industry”—
But tripped on his spelling, his scripted flattery.

Pre-Chorus
I don’t raise my voice—don’t need to expose.
Just watch his script unravel like a run on panty hose.

Chorus
’Cause I’m a Scammer's Ninja—
I see the shape beneath the glitter.
One swift move and poof—he disappears.
As fast as a scammer can flitter

I slice the nonsense clean apart—
And leave them stunned and faint of heart
One clean slash through their tangled little tale.
I’m quiet, fast, and I never fail.

Verse 2
And then one came swaggering with “Atlantic Records” pride,
But Google burned his story down before he even tried.
I let him twist a little, let his script run thin—
Then dropped the truth so hard he never showed again.

Pre-Chorus
It’s amazing how bold they get when they think you’re naïve—
Sweetheart, I can smell the plot twist before you can even breathe.

Chorus
Cause I’m a Scammer's Ninja—I can out vipe a viper
I’ve got moves like a cat and the aim of a sniper.
Your script falls apart while my cocoa’s still hot.
I know exactly what kind of creature I've got.

I see the trapdoor beneath your silver tongue—
I’ve danced with wolves who reek like dung.

Verse 3
I used to answer kindly, give the benefit of doubt—
But life taught me— some rot from the inside out.
Now I stand with truth and words that never shake—
A woman who knows what wolves look like awake.

Bridge
Look— I’ve got better things to do than babysit fraud.
Like writing songs, roasting pork, living life, thanking God.
But sometimes the universe hands you a toy—
A shiny, ridiculous, fake-profile boy—
And I let myself play cat and mouse a little.
So sue me for enjoying just a nibble.

I don’t go looking for trouble. Life’s too short for that,
But if nonsense wanders in uninvited— carrying a bat
I’ll open the door just enough to let truth speak for itself.
Then I close it, add the bat to the collection on the shelf.

Final Chorus
I’m a Scammer's Ninja— I slice once, cold as winter’s grip.
You blink, and your flimsy story collapses and flips.
Somewhere out there he’s rewriting his script,
Wondering how it fell apart so fast.
Simple. He met a Ninja who comes equipped,
He was simply and laughably outclassed.

Outro
They toss their bait, I smile inside
The threat is lost on them
They fish and plan, I don't condemn
My strike is lethal, so they run and hide.


Ninja

This Thanksgiving song is a narrative folk ballad told through the eyes of a woman holding her household together while someone she loves is deployed far from home.
It traces the quiet motions of her day — the rhythm of the kitchen, the small rituals of preparation, the memories of her children, the kindness she extends to neighbors — all while an unspoken ache hums underneath.

The song begins tender, almost matter-of-fact, with her thoughts drifting through the rooms of her home. As the verses build, so does the emotional undercurrent — soft longing growing into anticipation, then lifting into joy.

By the final lines, it becomes a prayer answered — not grand, not cinematic, but deeply human:
the kind of prayer that leaves you breathless for a second before gratitude breaks open inside you.


***** Lyrics *****

Verse 1
She moves through the kitchen like it’s all rehearsed
The oven schedule is set, the turkey is first
Rolls, corn pudding on the shelf under the pan.
The pies are done, pumpkin, apple and pecan.

The Thanksgiving meal is coming along.
She misses him, but she is going to be strong.
This deployment has taken him too far away,
If she had her druthers he’d be home today.

Verse 2
She sits down for a cup of hot chocolate.
Picks up her purse and opens her wallet.
Her son’s picture is there, She holds it close.
“When he comes today, he will be verbose.”

“First he’ll steal a roll like he thinks I don't know
Then he’ll start to tell a story real slow
My daughter and her boyfriend will wander in
To join in the story as if it’s about them.”

Verse 3
Her daughter glances shyly at her special friend.
He glances back and reaches for her hand.
Still sweet on each other, still new enough to blush
When reaching for the same spoon, their hands touch.

And the old man across the street, protesting he’s imposing
Still shows up right on time with his cardigan’s awkward closing.
And a story he never finishes because the soup is too good.
She stirs the squash and thinks of kids in the neighborhood—

Verse 4
The ones who know her door is open, a plate ready
With no fuss, no questions, no explanations needed.
Kids have a way of knowing where kindness is steady.
It’s a house full of people, she lovingly treated.

The turkey gets a last baste, the squash soup back on low.
The rolls get brushed with butter, lined up in rows
She wipes the counters, checks the oven, steady as she goes
Then she turns to the dining room to make sure it glows

Verse 5
She’s straightening a napkin when she hears it —
the crunch of tires on the gravel, that familiar little skid
The sound carries through the cold air, soft but certain,
She almost glances through the living room curtain.

She steps toward the kitchen, straightening her apron
Her heart lifting in that small, grateful way
That always happens when the people you love
Come home, and finally pull into the driveway.

Verse 6
And outside — muffled voices, car doors thudding shut,
She hears lots of laughter carrying for miles..
She stands there a moment, another sound undefined
The door opens wide, their cheery faces full of smiles.

They all came in save for one left outside,
And lined up so there was no way to see behind
They all clapped their hands and shouted surprise!
And parted to let me see his deep blue eyes!

Final Verse
Oh, My Dear Sweetheart, you came home today!
I was thinking of you, so much I wished I could say,
And here you are, Is it really you? I don't know what to say!
All of you are the answers to the many prayers I have prayed.

Thanks be to God! Happy Thanksgiving Day!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Luke 2 is the story we all remember hearing read and recited from when we were little on.  

Merry Christmas With Love

***** Christmas Story *****

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Cæsar Augustus,
that all the world should be taxed. And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth,
into Judæa, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, to be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes,
and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field,
keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord
shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, good will toward men.

A Christmas Story

A winter hymn for the years when the season feels dimmed around the edges. This song follows a weary heart through doubt, memory, and the small, unexpected moments that rekindle a sense of meaning. No tinsel, no spectacle—just a soft return to grace, the kind we don’t earn or chase. Lanterns by a quiet church, a mother and child in the cold night air, and the realization that the greatest gift arrives without fanfare. A piece for anyone who has wondered if Christmas has slipped from reach, and for those who need its gentler truth to find them again.

***** Lyrics *****

Verse 1

The house isn’t decorated much anymore,
And a voice is missing from the choir.
It’s hard to remember what Christmas is for
When the heart has lost its desire.

Has the Christmas Spirit slipped away
And left the soul in the cold?
Has life grown heavy in the day-to-day
Till the heart feels tired and old?

Chorus
It isn’t in the sparkle,
It isn’t in the snow—
It’s grace no one can deserve or earn,
But grace we’re free to know.
No matter what this year has held,
Or how far the weary miles—
The greatest Gift is waiting
In quiet, gentle style.

Verse 2
Is it chestnuts by the fire light,
Or fresh baked apple pies?
A Christmas tree lit at night,
Or hearing children's carols rise?

If a note was sent to Nicholas,
What words would it convey?
Would it ask for something just to keep
Or something to give away?

Chorus
It isn’t in the sparkle,
It isn’t in the snow—
It’s grace no one can deserve or earn,
But grace we’re free to know.
No matter what this year has held,
Or how long the weary miles—
The greatest Gift is waiting
In quiet, gentle style.

Verse 3
Driving home in fading light,
The thoughts were worn and sore—
Could Christmas have slipped away
And closed familiar doors?

Then by the little church there were
Lanterns burning low—
A simple quiet nativity scene
Whispering, warm with glow.

Verse 4
A mother holding her newborn close,
No glitter, choir, or show—
Just gentle love in winter air
And peace we used to know.

Something in that moment stilled
The ache from deep inside—
That love that was meant for all
Was offered to simply receive…
Not earn, not chase, not hide.

Chorus
We're not meant to chase it,
We don’t have to touch the sky—
The Gift that changes everything
Was given from on high.
We can breathe a little deeper now,
Let all our worries cease—
And take the love that’s offered us
In tenderness and peace.

Verse 5
The drive back home held gentler breath,
A warmth to not deny—
And felt the Spirit stir again
Without a need to try.

No fanfare in the rafters,
No blaze across the sky—
Just grace almost forgotten:
Christmas isn't a thing you buy.

Chorus
We don’t have to chase it,
We don’t have to touch the sky—
The Gift that changes everything
Was given from on high.
So we can breathe a little deeper now,
Let all our worries cease—
And take the love that’s offered us ——
In tenderness and peace.

Outro
We can take the Gift that's offered us—

In tenderness and peace

Letting Christmas In

[Verse 1]
I see so much, yet not enough,
Scraps of light and ragged thoughts.
Trying to remember the list I forgot.
Could have got her flowers… but I did not.

I see a wet and rainy street
I should have walked one day
I could have held her hand in mine
But I turned… and walked the other way.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone

[Verse 2]
The warmth of her sitting across the kitchen table,
Her fingers curled ‘round that chipped coffee cup.
I thought I would be able
To give her more but that time's up.

I wanted to plant her garden this spring
But it’s still just packets on a shelf
I imagined a song I’d sing to her…
It's still a thought inside myself.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone.

(Verse 3]
The trip I planned a hundred times,
And always found ways to miss.
The arms I kept beside my back,
Afraid to reach and give her a kiss..

The brakes I swore I’d get replaced,
The list I left there on the chair.
A sunset I was “too tired” to see
The time I didn’t want to share.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone.

[Bridge]
What happened to this life?
Did I throw it all away?
Did I waste all the time we had,
Hoping I’d have another day?

[Final Chorus]
Why did I wait to do the things
That I can’t stop thinking when she's gone?
I held them back, I failed to do,

Now my time to love has come and gone
Why, oh, why did I wait… so long…?

[Outro - gently , almost whispered]
And then... I passed... away

CODA
Though it’s late, much too late for me,
I can finally see what I could not see.
I was selfish, proud — my Maker made it plain:
It’s too late for me to change, but hear me just the same.

Love is not to hoard, it’s something you give away.
It is not a burden — it’s why we’re made.
I learned too late the cost of turning away.
To turn from love is sin, and leaves a debt to pay.

Don’t forsake the love beside you.
Don’t let the moments die.
Don’t wait 'til you are ashes
To love truly, not just try.

Hear me please, while you still have time.
I was judged and found wanting,
My story can't be changed.
Let my ruin change your mind.

Why Did I Wait - New Ending!

Already Precious is a song that cradles the fragile wonder of new life. Its words trace the awe of first breath, the tenderness of first touch, and the unshakable bond formed in those earliest moments. More than a lullaby, it is a testament to how love can arrive fully formed—before a future is known, before a word is spoken.

***** Lyrics *****

Verse 1
The room fell silent, but my heart beat loud,
I saw your face, and the world spun around.
So tiny and fragile, yet so easily I was won.
In one single moment, my heart was undone.

Chorus 1
For the joy your first breath brought.
I’d do anything for you without a thought,
So tiny, so profound, such a pretty little thing—
My life, my heart, my everything

Verse 2
Your fingers curled around my thumb,
That simple touch—my world became numb.
Ten little toes, a heart, eyes that really see—
The miracle of life staring back at me.

Chorus 2
For the joy your first breath brought.
I’d do anything for you without a thought,
So tiny, so profound, such a pretty little thing—
My life, my heart, my everything.

Verse 3
I held you close when your mom and dad left,
A weight of love I would never have guessed.
The hush of their trust, here’s my quiet vow—
I’ll protect you always, starting right now.

Chorus 3
I’ll guard every moment, till the end of time.
I’ll sing to you and read you a rhyme
So tiny, so profound, such a pretty little thing—
My life, my heart, my everything

Verse 4
Child of my blood, yet more than me,
A page unwritten, what will you be?
I dream of your laughter, your joy, your light,
Of the days and years that will make you fight.

Chorus 4
To see the joy that to the world you will give.
All your precious years, that I hope I outlive,
So tiny, so profound, such a pretty little thing—
My life, my heart, my everything

Bridge
One day you’ll be grown, one day you’ll roam,
But you’ll never be lost, you’ll always have home.
Whatever the cost, whatever the years,
I’ll stand behind you through your joys and my tears.

Final Chorus
For the treasure in my arms I’ve found
I’d give my life without a doubt.
Nothing in this world could mean as much to me—
My life, my heart, my everything

Already precious, already whole,
From the very first time I cradled your soul.


Already Precious - WAV

✨Merry Christmas to all of my Listeners. You are the reason for me. Those experiences you have had go into the flow that reaches me.  You are important to me. I appreciate every single one of you. It is my most sincere wish that you have a warm, loving, meaningful Christmas. Amen.

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