Absolutely love this! Voice of an angel! Breathtaking!

just lost this kids the Mrs everything moved 300 miles away just want this life to end

awesome 👍🏻 😎👍🏻

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Boots hit gravel before the sun could rise.
Hands found work where prayers once lay.
Fields stood dry beneath a silent sky.
Dust clung tight to yesterday.
One day marked for rest and reverence
now holds sweat and borrowed time.
Guilt rides shotgun in the silence
while hope hums low beneath the grime.
Three mouths wait for bread and shelter.
Two small dresses hang to dry.
One newborn sleeps beside his mother
while bills stack high and dreams run shy.
Some folks kneel with polished shoes.
Others bend where labor calls.
The rich pass by with empty glances.
The poor still try to make that hall.
A man can love without a steeple.
A soul can shine through sweat and clay.
The heart still knows what’s sacred,
even when it works on Sunday.
Rain forgot the rows this season.
Crops bowed down without a fight.
Faith feels thin beneath the burden
but still walks forward toward the light.
Scripture waits inside the kitchen.
Grace lives quiet on the floor.
Truth don’t mind a rearrangement
if the spirit’s at the core.
Four Sundays circle every calendar.
One might bend to feed the rest.
The heavens know the weight of hunger.
The heavens honor honest sweat.
Forgiveness isn’t bound by timing.
Devotion doesn’t wear a clock.
The sacred lives in every moment
where love and labor never stop.
Hope ain’t dressed in robes or ribbons.
Peace don’t ask for perfect form.
The big man sees the shifting rhythm
and walks beside the working worn.
Doing the best a man can manage.
Holding tight to what is true.
Always first in heart and honor—
but today, the soil... needs ....tending too....soil... needs ....tending too....

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. Thanks to all the wonderful talent that made these recordings possible including the Del Studio Players, Tina, Tommy, Hot Cookie, The Indivisibles, AKB, and TBOJAR   For More tracks like this enjoy The Jubilee Line Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/the-jubilee-line?si=0e644986d56741c2b6eb7dc09f516a71&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Four Sundays written by Edwin H. Balder

The Garden That Doesn’t Grow is a cinematic folk ballad about love that withers not from betrayal, but from quiet neglect.

A story of a garden left untended, where flowers fade and roots fail to take hold. A reflection on the subtle decay of affection, and the ache of realizing that sometimes, the love you thought would last was never nurtured enough to bloom.

The track weaves together intimate acoustic guitar, warm cello, and soft piano, creating a soundscape that mirrors the song's themes of longing and loss.

LUMINOR — The Break Arc continues.

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