I Come to Him

I Come to Him

I come to him like the blind and lame; Seeking his mercy to quiet my pain.

I Come to Him

Anthem of Praise

This whimsical little piece is an upbeat, rather breathless setting of the words of Francis of Assisi, with a few additions of my own.

I Come to Him

An Instrument in Thy Hand

Tune thou my song to tell thy glory; My every anthem to adore thee; Thus as thy witness will I stand; Lord, make me an instrument in thy hand.

I Come to Him

An Angel to Watch Over Me

Make a list of all the things mothers do and you’ll run out of paper. These lyrics are based on the singable list, but the less poetic list, for which I am also grateful, is hovering there in the background.

I Come to Him

Hymn of Grateful Praise

“For the Beauty of the Earth” set to the melody “Scarborough Fair,” for Solo or SSAATTBB, both with violin obbligato.

I Come to Him

Abide With Me

Words by Henry F. Lyte (adapted); Melody by William H Monk (adapted); Arranged by Sally DeFord

I Come to Him

A Place in His Arms

“And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.”

I Come to Him

A Holy Child is Born

Jesus was born in an obscure town in a small land, without earthly fanfare. Quietly. And so the emphasis of this Christmas song rests on the word “quietly.”

I Come to Him

A Heaven on Earth

It *is* possible to make home a bit of heaven. It happened to our family once, for about ten minutes back in 1992.