Waltz Of Memories

Musings on the Curiosity rover's experience, sitting all alone on the vast Martian plains.

Rover Exploration

A piece imagining the open road and just starting out.  It doesn't matter to where.

Wandering

In the same vein as "Wandering", this bit of music imagines the aimless wanderer after a full night of moving, but nevertheless pressing on as the sun rises.

Morning Light

Help Me To Remember

A piece from Music Comp class illustrating some of the brokenness of loss and the cynicism it breeds.

Grief

A reflection piece on the nature of Reformed University Fellowship (RUF) ministry I am a part of- how much of the work is really the LORD's and how little of it rests on our personal potency.

Beautiful Impotence

A sonorous journey of a shiny pearl lying just beneath the waves on the shore, then being swept by unpredictable currents into the heart of the ocean, and finally being deposited somewhere else for a future discovery

Pearl In The Sea

A musical portrait of a stunning scene I had the pleasure of viewing in an Uber on my way out of Boston one idyllic Fall afternoon, where the massive backdrop is the forest of high-rises bathed in golden-hour light, and in front, a dozen comparatively tiny sailboats dot a glistening river.

Triangle Sails

A song about praying for the small things.  Sorry for the poor sound quality- this was all recorded on my phone.

Lyrics:

Lord, should I pray to you for the trivial?
Lord, should I seek your ear for the mundane?
Oh, do I deign to know what you care for, what you don't,
Just how to use your name?

Do little whims deserve to be discarded?
Do petty worries mine concern the Lamb?
And how can Jesus King say to 'ask for anything?'
What can I say to the great I AM?

[Chorus]
Lord, why do you number all the hairs on my head?
And why do you look when sparrows fall?
If Love's so meticulous as daily bread,
Then I know that you will hear me-
Please be in the small.

It's easy to imagine you are with me
In worship or in 'spiritual' things,
But do you find your soil in my ordinary toil-
My hourly sores and stings?

I fear to pray for me, a selfish sinner,
Should selfishness in prayer obscure your face.
Let Father's love correct the stern coldness I expect
Let childlike faith lead me to your grace!

[Chorus]
Lord, why do you number all the hairs on my head?
And why do you look when sparrows fall?
If Love's so meticulous as daily bread,
Then I know that you will hear me-
Please be in the small.

There's troubles in the world far beyond me.
There's voices crying out for swift release,
Each one a fearful soul, wond'ring if they should be bold,
Or silent, hold their peace.

Cause all of them to quickly turn to you, Lord!
Your gentle whisper speaks of love divine.
Cast out their fears and walls, and when any of them falls,
Please hold their life like you're holding mine.

[Chorus]
Lord, why do you number all the hairs on my head?
And why do you look when sparrows fall?
If Love's so meticulous as daily bread,
Then I know that you will hear me when I say...

Lord, why do you number all the hairs on my head?
And why do you look when sparrows fall?
If Love's so meticulous as daily bread,
Then I know that you will hear me-
When I fall, Lord I know that you will hear me-
Through it all, Lord I know that you will hear me-
Please be in the small.

In The Small

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