(Ps. 117) Go Out to All the World (Ryan) 08-23-2025

(Ps. 78) Do not forget the works of the Lord! (Ryan) 09-13-2025

(Ps. 113) Praise the Lord who lifts up the poor. (Ryan) 09-20-2025

(Ps. 146) Praise the Lord, my soul! (Ryan) 09-27-2025

(Ps. 98) The Lord has revealed to the nations his saving power. (Ryan) 10-11-2025

(Ps. 121) Our help is from the Lord who made Heaven and Earth. (Ryan) 10-18-2025

(Ps. 68) God, in your goodness, you have made a home for the poor (Ryan) 08-30-2025

Fences we’ve sat on, have now fallen down
Races we’ve bet on, can no more be found
I hope and pray, we’ll change our ways soon
Cuz the dish already ran away with the spoon

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Lord our country has taken a sad fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Can’t put this country back together again

I hope and I pray they won’t keep tryin’ to dumb us down
We’re countin’ the days til the sand finally runs out
He warned us in advance what these days would be like
Then we nailed His feet n hands to a tree with spikes

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Lord our country has taken a sad fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Can’t put this country back together again

Jack and Jill hiked up the Hill
To fetch a cup - of water
Jill fell down and ripped her gown
And Jack was off his rocker

Nursery rhymes are great and all
But this time we’ve taken a fatal fall
Humpty Dumpty can’t make amends
Or put this country back together again
Only the true king can bring true peace
May His kingdom come and never cease

Humpty Dumpty needs to jump off the wall
Lord our country needs to heed Your call
And stop listening to the wisdom of men
Only the true king can make us great again

This good news is no absurd fairy tale
He’s comin’ soon, His word never fails
On His promises we can safely depend
Only the true king can make us great again 

Humpty Dumpty

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“The Last Pilgrim” — dark-folk, prophetic, dust-lit. A wandering hymn for the ones who still guard a fragile ember in a world drowning in spectacle. It follows a pilgrim moving through neon temples and hollow certainties, keeping alive a truth older than power, older than fear. Each verse shows how faith retreats into shadows when the world grows loud—yet how even the smallest whisper can shake the foundations built to silence it. At its heart, it’s a song about spiritual defiance: the courage to protect a quiet flame when the age worships noise.

━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

There were rules before the rulers,
and a sky that bowed to none.
There were prayers that rose, lanterns,
through the fractures of the sun.
But the counting of the candles
made the smallest flame obey—
Now I speak in buried corners,
just to keep my soul awake.

There are temples forged of searchlights,
where the glare replaces grace.
In the cities of the new age,
truth is locked behind a face.
If you fold your hands in silence,
you inherit secret marks—
So a tattered, haunted faith
travels down my crooked spine.

There are hours when spirit falters,
read as hunger, read as threat.
Older stories turn to shadow
like a grief we can’t forget.
In these ages hearts grow quiet,
tamed by comfort, stripped of flame—
Yet a fragment of a psalm
keeps its vigil in my name.

There is listening for the spirit
in the pulse I cannot hide.
There is study in my breathing
like they read an ancient tide.
And the sight of one who kneels
shakes the ranks of steel in line—
For a whisper cracks the power
when the walls begin to fall.

I’m the last unbroken whisper
in a world that sells its breath,
Where obedience wears a kindness
and the kindness smells of death.
So I walk the neon wasteland
with a scripture in my blood—
Just a ragged, bone-worn pilgrim
dragging embers through the mud.

If you meet me in the ruins
where the city sheds its fear—
Ask me why I keep believing
where belief is rare and feared.

I won’t sermon, I won’t tremble;
I will speak it low and clear:
Are you driven by tomorrow,
or the hand that brought you here?

The Last Pilgrim

Christian folk song about God and angels.

little angel

🖤 Wild.Era is a creative project devoted to musical experimentation by AI-augmented art. Blending elements of heavy metal, symphonic, and dark gothic rock with folk traditions, Americana dust, soul, blues, and classical-acoustic textures, the project reshapes genres that rarely share the same emotional space.

Its mission is to pioneer a new frontier where human feeling remains central and AI acts as an instrument that expands expression rather than replaces it, proving that modern tools can amplify authenticity instead of diluting it.

Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz is a genre-bending songwriter with over 450 original songs under his belt — a true craftsman of lyric and melody. From his debut track “Those Hap Happy Days” in 2005, a nostalgic tribute to the golden era of the ’50s and ’60s, Stan has built a musical legacy rooted in meaning, melody, and message.

Writing under the moniker Stan and Be Counted, he stands tall in the world of music as both a creator and a voice of purpose. His catalog spans a kaleidoscope of genres — from contemporary Christian rock and gospel to EDM, country pop, blues, R&B, hip hop, folk, and beyond. Each song is a reflection of his passion for storytelling and his desire to uplift, challenge, and connect.

Whether crafting soul-stirring love ballads, foot-tapping jingles, or heart-pounding hard rock anthems, Stan brings a rare blend of versatility, depth, and soul to every track. He doesn't just write songs — he writes moments you can feel.

Stan Countz is more than an artist — he’s a movement. A call to stand... and be counted. He is a prolific lyricist and lives in Denison, Texas with his artist/photographer wife. 

If you're an Artist looking for a song for the next hit, send me a message. Who knows, I may have a gem and a #1 hit for us both!

Band Members:
Andrew, our leader, Mike, Rob, Lea, Lorraine, Emilia, Theresa, Chris & John

The Holy Spirit Folk Group sings at the 5pm Saturday evening mass at St. Gregory the Great Church in Bellerose.

New tracks tagged #Christian Folk