"...now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code... in my heart how I cursed that load..."
- Robert Service
The Cremation of Sam McGee
Promise God you will write one song a month for His glory, then in a moment of little faith, ask God to release you of this load.- You will hear the wind in the pines as you climb in the mountains of Colorado.
- You will feel the peace and quiet as you paddle the rivers of Indiana.
- You will walk the boulders on the shore of Georgian Bay.
- You will hold your broken heart in your hands as your child goes off to college.
- You will sing praises to Jesus, the King of Kings.
- Come take a forty-year journey of song lyrics that God gave to His River Otter.