Song Introduction #6- Great Is Thy Faithfulness



Great is thy faithfulness. I am not sure there is a better theme or anthem to sing.

I have been listening to this song a bit lately, as I am writing choral backup parts for it to be sung at an upcoming concert. The applicability of the text is perennial as the song itself describes: “Summer and winter and springtime and harvest…” This past year in my life has shown me again God’s faithfulness in all seasons. We sold a house, recorded an album, moved a few states away from home, found new jobs and a new church, and Jason started seminary classes, to name a few of the year’s happenings. Pretty much all of those events involved a little anxiety, waiting, praying, false hopes, and seeing again that God is faithful to provide for our needs.

Now nearly spring, this is the time of year in the northern hemisphere we remember that despite coldness and darkness, life will bloom. The earth will warm up, seeds again will sprout.

When I grow up







The sprouts will become a harvest. All that we need God’s hand has provided.








There is a new list each day of what needs to be done, what decisions need to be made. The coming year has a new list of uncertainties. But God doesn’t tire of making the sun rise, or the flowers bloom, as Chesterton points out. God “is strong enough” for this, for faithfulness, for giving life every day. He is strong enough to remain the same and not grow weary. He is strong enough to give us strength.

I was joined on the recording by David McKeen playing harmonica and Dan Lawonn playing cello, and my longtime friend Maria Schmidt singing harmony. The nostalgic harmonica and starry-eyed cello combo might strike some as odd, but perhaps they illustrate the intersection of the human and the divine, the unlikely reality of earth and heaven joined together in God’s relationship with us, each of us a mere grain of sand in the hourglass. Great is His faithfulness to me. To you.


Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee,
Thou changest not, thy compassions they fail not,
As Thou hast been, Thou forever, forever wilt be

Great is thy faithfulness!
Great is thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed thy hand hath provided
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me!

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above;
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To thy great faithfulness, mercy, mercy and love

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own great presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today, and bright hope for tomorrow
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand, ten thousand beside

Text by Thomas Chisholm, Copyright 1923


A little reading- Te Deum


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On the bookshelf/couch/bedside table lately- Te Deum: The Church and Music by Paul Westermeyer. I am really not far enough to give a full review or concluding thoughts. Mostly I appreciate a few things about the beginning of my reading.

1) It is always helpful to have a bit of history. As C.S. Lewis pointed out, if you join a conversation at noon that started at 8 am, you’ll be missing important parts of the conversation. This book is filling in some of the morning conversation for me.

2) Westermeyer brought out a few keys areas of theology that will necessarily be reflected in music choices: Who Christ is (divine, human, both- does our music suggest mystery, earthiness or both in “paradoxical tension”?); What Christ did (provide an example, save from brokenness, conquer sin and death, all of the above- does our music stir us to action, reflect on the brokenness and suffering of the world, or celebrate a victory?); he also reflected on perspectives of the church (ecclesiology) and our relationship to the kingdom of God (eschatology) (pp. 52-55).

3) Westermeyer emphasizes the intrinsic nature of music to humanity and its importance in worship in sections like this: “Joy inevitably breaks into song. Speech alone cannot carry its hilarity. The physical equipment we use to laugh is the physical equipment we use to sing. From laughter to song is a small step. To praise God, the highest form of joy, is to make music… The same can be said for sorrow, the opposite of joy. Sorrow also inevitably breaks into song. Speech alone cannot carry its moan. The physical equipment we use to cry is also the physical equipment we use to sing. From mourning to song is but a small step. To cry out to God in lament, the deepest form of sorrow, is to make music” (p. 28).

What a gift music is.

Changing ground


It’s been warm but quite rainy in Louisville this past week, bringing fog to the river and dampness to the ground. I was reminded of this little poem I wrote a bit ago. 


I sat on the hillside by the river, 

as drops of earth found their way with drops of rain

to the confluence of all their destinies


Standing still, the trees,

unhurried by the changing ground,

still clung to the hill


Quietly their branches hung

like lanterns in the fog,

inviting guests to enter and to rest

their feet from the changing ground

Song Introduction #5- King of Heaven



As I thought about this song, Psalm 92 came to mind: “It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning and your faithfulness by night, to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. For you, O LORD, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy.”

The text for King of Heaven (Praise My Soul, the King of Heaven in the hymnbooks) is in fact loosely based on Psalm 103 where David pleads with himself, his soul, to praise the LORD and all the reasons why. To me this is one of the main purposes of church music- reminding us of what God has done, who He is, and inviting us to praise Him. I love songs that describe human experience, our questions and struggling. In the middle of things it can be hard to remember the bigger truths, though, that in fact give meaning to our experience.

On the album (Shelter), King of Heaven is the most simply recorded (total honesty, we were running out of time and patience, hah). There are no additional instruments, and I literally played the piano straight through twice and chose the better of the two. I sometimes think of it subsequently as the least special. However, when I let myself listen to the words and music simply, it can be one of the most meaningful.

I hope that if and when you listen to King of Heaven, or even sing it maybe (!) it will be a reminder to you of all the reasons it is good to praise God, all the ways He is unique, and His grace infinitely valuable in the midst of mundane and difficult, as well as happy, circumstances.


Praise my soul, the King of Heaven
To his feet your tribute bring,
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore his praises sing:
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise him for his grace and favor
To all people in distress,
Praise him still the same forever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Glorious in his faithfulness.
Fatherlike, he tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
(Alleluia, Alleluia!
Widely as his mercy flows.)
Angels in the height, adore him!
You behold him face to face!
Sun and moon bow down before him,
All who dwell in time and space.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace!
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.

Middle November


We’ve been very busy the past few months but enjoying the lovely fall here in Kentucky. It was lovely in September, and it is still lovely. One tree turns red and drops its leaves and then another tree turns red and slowly drops its leaves, and so it goes. At one point I thought fall was over and then this happened.







Those trees are now bare, but this lovely tree is still glowing outside our window.







Thanks to a project I started this summer (which my mother-in-law graciously helped me with) and I just finished a couple weeks ago, the colors will continue indoors though too, even once is it is only gray and brown outside.












For all this beauty, I am grateful. I am grateful that God takes pleasure in painting the leaves, I am grateful that he reaches out to us. I am grateful for those around us who have reached out to us as well, and look forward to a Thanksgiving with brothers and sisters from our church, while I will miss our families in MN.

I’ll leave you with one last picture, though it isn’t very good (true confession, I took this while driving, slowly, mind you 😉 ). Every time I drive under them these branches remind me of Michelangelo’s painting The Creation of Adam, where God is reaching out to Adam and giving him life.

Something Fun #2- A Small Ode


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This is me being a music nerd. Other music nerds feel free suggest additions to the story. 🙂

One day in a small ode far away
Some phrases discovered a young beat was gone

They took great measures to uncover the sequence of events
That led to this sad mode
The various movements came together in a great show of unity and harmony
Expressing in sympathetic vibrations what no words could say
Inquiries were made into the dynamics of the fateful day:
They spoke to those wearing staccato heels
And those taking legato steps;
Those with strange accents
And accidental homes;
The staid old tenutos and young sforzandos;
Those with anxious tempos
And those taking a ritardando;
The small fragments wishing they were arias.

But no one knew what played out
The day the beat went missing
And all despaired that the rhythm would ever be regained

Documents were signed with the time and date
And locked up with keys
All the notes huddled in their clefs
And gathered in chords

But soon only a fading melody remained
Of the great music they had sung
Before the young beat went missing


Something Fun


My husband told me I had to write poems about our dog and our herbs tonight- so I submit for your enjoyment my quick jottings. 🙂


He has tiger stripes and polka dot socks

We loved him at the first and haven’t stopped

With his slinky cat stretch and kangaroo hop

He eats grass likes cows- but is really a dog


Lemon verbena, rosemary, thyme

Cilantro, oregano, basil- they’re fine! (Sorry, bad rhyme! How ’bout sublime?)

All mostly green, still variation is seen

In texture and fragrance and flavor serene.

With a few simple plants we’ll all eat like queens-

All for the price of a few dozen dimes.

Song Introduction #4- Jesus, My Joy



I am grateful for those who have given me texts and asked me to re-write their melodies. Jesus, My Joy, is one of these songs and I think it is most likely my favorite on the album.

In the hymnbooks you will find this listed as Jesus, Priceless Treasure. However, it was written in German and the German title is Jesu, Meine Freude (Jesus, My Joy). The English translation had some problematic lines like “foes who would molest me” that needed updating, so it was fun to look at the non-poetic translations of the German to aid me in rewriting. In the end I stayed close to the English version, but I would encourage folks to read one or two translations of the German- there are great depths there.

In looking at the German text, I realized this was set as a motet by Bach. Given how much I love Bach, I was a little reticent to change his work- however, I consoled myself with the fact that he didn’t actually write the melody.

To our modern American sensibilities, the prior melody is rather dour and plodding. In many ways this may be our problem more than the melody’s- we don’t know how to sing the melody beautifully or how to enjoy it. It just isn’t what is familiar to us. Search for the motet on YouTube and you’ll find some lovely recordings. I was thinking this morning that it could also be lovely sung in the style of My Own Home from The Jungle Book. 🙂 But I digress.

After all that, I think it was helpful to write a new melody for this song, as it communicates (I hope!) treasuring Christ in a modern music vocabulary, in a way that speaks to our hearts. I could tell you about how I wrote the new melody, how I think it reflects the words, but I’d rather say that it has given me a new avenue to express delight in Christ. In the end, I think much of our lives is about finding new ways to realize, express and remember the beauty of God and his sufficiency for us. Sometimes this is through old things, and sometimes it is through new things.

In all things let us say “Yours I am, O perfect Lamb- I’ll let nothing hide you, ask for nothing beside you.”


Jesus My Joy

Jesus joy of my heart, source of true life you are,

Truest friend to me

Long I have been waiting, long my soul’s been seeking,

Thirsting after you

Yours I am, O perfect Lamb, I’ll let nothing hide you,

Ask for nothing beside you


In your strength I’m resting, enemies though pressing,

Cannot reach me here

Though the earth be shaking, every heart be breaking,

God is with us here

Though hell’s scare and sin’s despair, with their heaviest storms assail us,

Jesus will not fail us

Banished is our sadness, for the Lord of Gladness,

Jesus enters in!

Those who love the Father, though the storms may gather, 

Still have peace within

Yes, whatever we here must bear, still in you lies truest pleasure,

Jesus priceless treasure


Jesus joy of my heart, source of true life,

Source of true life, you are

Photographic Intermission


A little side trip from talking about songs.

We’ve been exploring here and there a bit and getting to know the area. I thought I’d share some pics!

We went to Daniel Boone National Park last weekend for a drive and hike.





My boys hanging out at Sky Bridge.




Sky Bridge and other parts of the hike.






Trying for a self-portrait, dog included.





Second try…






Socks and I have been taking occasional walks- the hill on the north side of campus always looks beautiful in the morning.



Just can’t get enough of it…




Socks thinks so too.





Sometimes we play ball. He’s pretty good.



Sometimes we take sidewalks until they end. Which is pretty much all the time.




Sometimes I go without the dog to the Blue Dog cafe. Ironic, huh? It’s been a nice spot for lyric writing.






Speaking of food… One of the plans I had for this fall was to think of cooking as a hobby- so I give to you pictures of the bounty! 



I think there is a general trend of bread items and herbs. 🙂

Song Introduction #3- Who Is This Enthroned



I read a short essay by C.S. Lewis a couple years ago called Must Our Image of God Go? in which Lewis is responding to an article by a Bishop of Woolwich claiming that it should. This description of his immediately struck me as capturing part of the majesty of God in a few short words: “We have always thought of God as being not only ‘in’ ‘above’, but also ‘below’ us: as the depth of ground. We can imaginatively speak of Father ‘in heaven’ yet also of the everlasting arms that are ‘beneath’.”

I have always loved the glorious description of Christ being in all, and all things held together in him, that we find in Colossians. Lewis’ comment reminded me of the “everywhere-ness” of God as well: above, below, in. At a similar time two other occurrences combined- listening to lectures on God’s revealing of himself and picking out hymns one Sunday with a theme of the same. However, there didn’t seem to be many hymns that spoke directly to the idea. I decided it would be a good project to write one.

I knew I wanted to explore the idea of above and yet below, and that ended up providing the central thoughts of this song. Each of the verses dwells on a different way God reveals himself, through nature, through the Incarnation, through Scripture, through the yet-to-come appearing of the Son.  In all of these, I hoped to convey not only God, the majestic one, but also God who has come near to us.

My main goal as I set it to music was to capture a combination of weightiness and spaciousness. A few ways I tried to accomplish this was through the repeated chords in 2/2 time, and a wide pitch range. Nathan Bird lent his rich voice next to my lighter one, as well as, with my husband, to the opening rumbling hum. The cellist, Dan Lawonn, played beautifully, coming in with a pedal note on the third verse that gave a stability and gravity to the description of Christ.

The song ends with “we shall know him as we are known”- a reference to I Cor. 13:12, long one of my favorite verses: “For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.” We do not see him clearly yet, but we will.


Who is this enthroned above the earth
His mighty word beneath all things
Glorious, immeasurable his worth
Ever life creating
Ever truth unfading
This our God, the last, the first
Making himself known

Nowhere can we flee that you’re not there
In you alone is life and breath
Earth and sky your splendor loud declare!
The farthest star sustaining
The darkest depth reclaiming
You are God of everywhere
Making Yourself known.

Who is this who suffered in our place
You have not left us on our own
Incarnate Word, God’s love to us displayed
Far above in righteousness,
Come near to our weakness
Christ our God, what glorious grace
Making Yourself known.

This our very bread, our very life
Every word that comes from you
Filling all our darkened ways with light
Standing firm eternally,
Speaking to the lowly,
In your Word, ‘til faith is sight,
Making yourself known

In our midst, alive, forevermore,
Yet still we wait to see your face
Beauty blinding, burning like the sun
Holiness your covering
Adorned in long-suffering
This our God, we’ve waited for!
Making yourself known

We will know him as we’re known