Songs born out of my life in Panama. To download, right click on the song link, then save the file onto your computer. Songs listed from most recent to oldest. Thanks!
I asked God to allow me to understand some small portion of the pain my dear friend, Todd Gaylord, is going through watching his wife and dear friend of mine, Sydney Gaylord, be ravaged by a malignant brain tumor. This is what I got.
To my wife, after a rough year.
While praying and weeping about my dad, who went with Jesus 2 years ago, the Holy Spirit gave me a vision of my dad in his current condition in Heaven, healthy and very happy. He was looking at me and encouraging me with his joy. This was very vivid and real, and I know that this was a supernatural gift from the Lord to me. It left me with the realization that he (my dad) can see me down here in this fallen world from where he is, Paradise.
Panama City, Panama is a concrete jungle crammed inside a real jungle. It is very dirty, unorganized and overpopulated. We live in an apartment tower right in the middle of it all I often long for the country, some clean air, and a climate other than just hot and humid! This song came out of one of those times of longing.
God wants us to live honest lives with everyone...especially the ones closest to us. But that ain't easy! This song came from reflecting on a time when I "came clean" with Misty. Extremely painful. However, it propelled our relationship into a far deeper place, where it never had a chance of going before.
I was given the priveledge of witnessing (up close and personal) God heal a dear friend of mine, Phillip Brummett, from a blood clot in his brain. He was left, however, with much confusion, doubt, and depression. Being the recipient of a miracle from God does two things: 1. it gives you an opportunity to leave everything behind and know God in a whole new way, and 2. it causes you to be even more separated and more rejected by the world.
This is the story of a rough ole' beautiful friend of mine, from my days of fishing and duck hunting in Red Oak, NC. You left your mark on me Eddy, and I love you.
The Church has unfortunately "cheapened" the grace of Jesus Christ. Salvation IS a free gift, but it requires one very important thing...your death. Death to the world and to everything you thought was right. There is no other way to follow Jesus other than the way of the cross, and although that Way is always the most inconvenient and uncomfortable, it also leads to the greatest reward...the freedom of the Lord.
I am hardly ever away from my beautiful wife, Misty, but when I am it's always a reminder of how much I love her. "When I'm in your arms, I know I'm home."
Sometimes Christians are more artificial than those who do not even know the Lord. We tend to always put our best spiritual side forward and refuse total honesty because of our Christian "positions" or "status" among our peers. Non-believers ARE given descernment and can see right through our "perfection" and lack of vunerability, making it hard to walk with us.
We are constantly in a state of learning, growing and dying to ourselves as we walk with Jesus. He has SO MUCH more in store for us even while we are here on earth, we listen to him and obey.
After seeing my mom remove her wig which covered her bald head from chemotherapy, I felt priviledged to be trusted and loved so much that she was not ashamed to let me see her for who she really was. It was autumn then, and the leaves that remained on the trees were BEAUTIFUL. Some trees had already shed their leaves for winter, and my mom pointed out the beauty in a bare and crooked tree, standing exposed and revealed, without it's beautiful leaves to hide behind.
This song was written for and about Clay Williams, a grumpy old man with a tender heart from the neigborhood I grew up in. I thank God for Clay and what he's done in my life.
Taken from Acts chapter 7 when Stephen spoke a very strong word of correction from God to the religious leaders of that day. This song was inspired by my wife, Misty, after she was prompted by the Holy Spirit to speak a word of correction to a Christian leader here in Panama. Why does this never happen in the Church nowadays? Our fear of man keeps us from submitting to the Lord's leadership too often. We are ALL parts of the same Body of Christ. One part is no more important than another, and we must be able to speak into one another's lives.
I became friends withan older, handicapped man (originally from Detroit) in the mountains of Panama. He cannot walk, and he can barely sit up, but his wisdom of life and appreciation for God's creation is very inspiring. He often speaks in the form of poetry...it just flows out of him naturally. He sent me this song that he had written and recorded on a little hand-held recorder for his grandson on his birthday. Listen until the end and you can hear him singing the song himself.
About an orphan we fell in love with but are unable to adopt because of the problems with the adoption system in Panama.
About my dad who passed away December 18, 2008. He always looked over my brother and I with "eagle eyes" growing up. Minutes before he died, he looked straight at me with unmistakable peace. These "eagle eyes" also represent those of our true Father in Heaven.
The day of our miscarriage God revealed to me that He had taken this baby to Heaven where she would be raised by Him in Paradise. I say "she" because a few days later God told a dear of ours in a time of prayer that the baby was a girl and her name is Faith.
We often runs so fast in this world building up our meaningless wealth (that causes more bondage than freedom) or religious systems, that we are unable to hear the voice of our intimate, loving, healing, wise savior, Jesus Christ.
God gave me this song after He freed me from addiction.