This is, literally, my musical diary–notes fresh from my pen and recorded in a few hours. You can find my finished works elsewhere; here, it's all about capturing the moment!
Psalm 93 speaks of God’s majesty. The first two verses are what you might expect–the Lord reigns, is strong, is on the throne, and is eternal. But verses 3-4 take it up a notch, portraying the sea and crashing waves as praising God’s majesty. But wait… as mighty as the sea is, God is mightier still. It’s really breathtaking imagery.
I decided a modal, somewhat Medieval style would fit the majestic message of this Psalm. I especially like the “lifted up” section with its melody climbing higher and higher.
1. The Lord God reigns, in majesty adorned; in majesty and power, our God is robed. Forever sure, the world is ever sure; forever sure when God is on the throne.
Lifted up, the sea has lifted up; the sea has lifted up its mighty waves. Higher still, still higher is the might; still higher is the grandeur of our God.
2. The Lord God reigns, in holiness adorned; in holy light has decked the temple courts. Forever sure, your word is ever sure. Forever sure, the mighty word of God.
Like Psalms 96 and 98, this is a “make music to the Lord” Psalm. You would think this would make it easy to make music out of it, but it’s actually pretty daunting: how do you say something unique with such a frequently used phrase? Added to that is the fact that the Psalm begins so cheerfully but quickly turns to evildoers flourishing for the moment before being destroyed forever.
Contrasting a G major chorus and an E minor verse gave me a little wiggle room with the emotional range of the Psalm. I especially like the turn to F# minor halfway through the verse; it’s enough of a curveball that the chorus feels extra joyful when it returns.
For some reason, verses 12-15 struck a chord in me. Earlier, we heard how the wicked sprout up quickly, then fade away just as quickly. Here, the psalmist compares that to the life of the righteous, who will grow and flourish like trees that bear fruit into old age. Or, as one commentator put it, “like trees that are fresh and full of sap”!
Morning and night, I sing your love. O God, most high, my song pours out. The harp is alive, each string resounds with the tune of your great name, morning and night.
1. Your works have made me glad; my joy is in your hands. Your wonders spring from wells so deep, my mind can’t comprehend.
Though those who trust deceit spring up like summer’s wheat, they wilt and bow into the ground while God remains the King.
2. You bless my arm with power; anoint my head with oil. My eyes have seen the victory; my ears, the song of joy.
I’ll flourish in your house– a tree within your courts– still fresh with fruit until I die with praise upon my tongue.
Michael Joncas made Psalm 91 famous with his song, “Eagle’s Wings.” You know who else made Psalm 91 famous? Satan.*
And therein lies the difficulty of setting this Psalm to music: the Psalm can range from sweet sentimentality to a grab for power, protection, and control. My song tries to find a middle ground that is honest about the real dangers of this life while trusting God’s love and providence. I chose the repeated phrase “I remain secure” because while bad things can and do harm us, we can trust that the ultimate fate of our lives and souls is in God’s hands.**
My song follows the basic outline of the Psalm’s verses: 1-2 Chorus 3-8 Verse 1 9-13 Verse 2 14-16 Verse 3
Musically, it’s a bright pop tune that doesn’t know what key it’s in. Okay, it’s actually in D major, but because it begins on a G chord and quickly moves to a C, it feels like the key of G. That tension continues throughout the song. I would tell you more riveting tales of tonal ambiguity, but it would take far too much time. Which is exactly what I was thinking about this demo after 8 hours of recording and mixing!
Because I dwell in the shelter of the Mighty One, and I rest in the shadow of the highest throne, because I trust in the refuge of a loving God, I remain secure. I remain secure.
1. I am surrounded by the snares that have been set. Dear God, deliver from disease, disaster, death! I will not fear the terrors of the night. I will not fear the dangers to my life.
2. You are my refuge, you’re my home and dwelling place. I rest secure for you are with me all my days. I will not fear the lion’s crushing might. I will not fear the serpent’s poisonous bite.
3. I know you love me like a parent loves a child. You will protect me from the dangers of this life. I will not fear, in God I am secure. I will not fear, in God my hope is sure.
*Matthew 4:1-11 The temptation of Jesus in the wilderness.
**I don’t say this in a glib #faithoverfear sort of way. Providence and prayer are ongoing discussions in my head. Please let me know if you figure it out.
It is February, which means it is February Album Writing Month, in which some musical adventurers choose to write 14 songs in 28 days. I don’t know if I’ll reach the full 14-song goal, but I decided to dedicate the month to writing Psalm songs.
I started with Psalm 90, a meditation on mortality, judgment, and the eternal love of God. Since Watts already gifted us a rousing rendition of this Psalm, I decided to go in a more tender direction. The chorus focuses on an everlasting God who is with us from generation to generation. Verses 1-2 are about our mortality and the sorrow of sin. But things turn in verse 3 when we remember that, even for all our weakness and failure, God is still very fond of us.
From generation to generation, you have been our home. From everlasting to everlasting, before the mountains were born, you have been our home. You have been our God.
1. But mortals, like fresh grass, we wither in the sun. Our lives end in ashes, but you, Lord, live on. (Chorus)
2. Our days pass in sorrow, our years like a moan. Our sins, Lord, forgive them! Have mercy once again. (Chorus)
3. Each morning, renew us with unfailing love. Alive to the joy of the favor of God. (Chorus)
Just in time for…Christmas 2026?… is a Yuletide carol inspired by “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.” You may remember that I recently arranged that classic carol for strings. While working on it, I was able to dig into the text and tune at a level I had never done previously. Here are some observations:
I like the idea of the angels’ song reverberating throughout human history (“that glorious song of old”) and that the song can still be heard over the din of human life (“and still their heavenly music floats/o’er all the weary world;/…and ever o’er its Babel sounds/the blessed angels sing.”). I also appreciate that the carol acknowledges that many of us are bent “beneath life’s crushing load.” What I like less is the angel-winged nostalgia that comes, in part from singing the song for generations, and in part from the treacly melody the text is usually paired with.
When I told my wife I was writing a remake of “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear,” she almost spit out her food. Instead, she spit out honest astonishment: “You’re not going to make that better!” Implied in her words was my very fear: that the only thing a new version would accomplish is annoying people by ruining their favorite Christmas carol.
I don’t know if my song will annoy or inspire, but here’s how I approached it: I changed my midnight from “clear” to “dark and cold,” because I liked the juxtaposition of the beautiful light and warmth of the angels’ song with the cool darkness of much of our existence. The verses focus on the darkness of the earth, while the chorus answers with the heavenly sound of angels declaring peace.
The only place I break the 8.6.8.6. meter of the original carol is the line “And still today, open hearts and listening ears (can hear the angels sing).” While I had hoped to maintain the interchangeability of the old and new texts, it was even more important to me to get across the idea of “those who have ears, let them hear.” That is, having hope in an often dark world takes faith and openness.
1. It was a midnight, dark and cold, when dazzling light shone down, and angels voices filled the sky with the most glorious song:
“Peace on the earth, goodwill to all, from heavens all gracious King!” And still today, open hearts and listening ears can hear the angels sing.
2. A song of love, a song of hope, rang out that ancient eve; a song of joy filled eager hearts and filled the earth with peace. Chorus
3. Even when our world is dark and cold, our hearts can still have hope. We catch a glimpse of dawning light and strain to hear the song: Chorus
4. All weary hearts and burdened souls, all those who long for peace, shall finally see salvation come– this waiting world set free. Chorus
A number of months ago, I sent Linda Bonney Olin a list of 40-some Psalms for which I still need to compose music, asking if she would contribute some new Psalm texts. She responded within days, attaching four of her lyrical creations. This is the third song from this recent collaboration, and I think it has turned out swimmingly!
Psalm 64 portrays the author as being hunted down by the wicked. Not only that, the hunters are arrogant, asking themselves, “Who will see it?” The Psalmist assures us that God will see it, and will ultimately punish them for their evil deeds. Now, this kind of final justice makes for exciting movie plots, but doesn’t necessarily sing well. And it isn’t likely to inspire warm spiritual fuzzies.
Linda does a great job of faithfully transforming the Psalm into a modern song. She begins with a cry for refuge–haven’t we all been there?–and ends with praise for God’s unfailing help. In between, she is honest about the damage wicked schemes can do, but she focuses on the ultimate justice and protection God gives us. This is a message we need to hear now more than ever. In a time that we’re all swimming in a sea of lies and malice, it is important to remember that God stills sees our deeds and judges our hearts fairly.
I lift my voice to you, O God. My help and refuge be! Defend me from the enemies who seek to ruin me. They wield their tongues like sharpened swords. Their words like arrows fly. Protect me from their secret plans. My God, please hear my cry!
Without a scruple or a fear, the wicked ones attack. Their ambush falls so swift and sure, their prey cannot fight back. So cunningly their snares are laid to trap the blameless one, they boast that none will ever learn the vicious things they’ve done.
But God knows all their spiteful thoughts, unravels all their schemes. The evildoers, God brings down. The just ones, God redeems. Rejoice in God’s unfailing help, you innocent of heart! The world will see and be amazed, for God will take your part.
As 2025 winds down, I’m finishing up a few things that have been lingering in my draft folder. This one started with just a title: “In a Melatonin.” If you know jazz, you’ll recognize that as a riff on Duke Ellington’s song, “In a Mellow Tone.” Once the wordplay popped into my head, there was no turning back.
One of the things I love about Duke’s song is that it starts on the II chord (or V of V), which is a Bb7 in the key of Ab. Not only that, at the end, the turnaround walks down from the final chord of Ab to the V of that Bb7 (Ab, G7, Gb7, F7–so a V of V of V!). I included some similar chord planing in my song. (If you’re not into music theory, forget this whole paragraph!)
Of course, the song had to be about Melatonin in some regard, but I decided to make it about sleeplessness in general. The first verse discusses the frustration of lying awake, and the second verse lists items people use to help them fall asleep, from noise machines to Trazodone. Believe me, it is not easy to find rhymes for Diphenhydramine!
1. In a Melatonin– that’s the way it’s going. If I don’t fall asleep, I’ll lose my mind.
Counting sheep gets boring. Where’s the snooze and snoring? Why am I keeping watch til morning light?
I just lie in bed awake. Looks like I will spend my whole night ruminating.
2. I’ve tried wine and warm milk, memory foam and ZQuil, Noise machines, meditation, CBD,
Ambien, Magnesium, Trazodone and Doxepin, Diphenhydramine, Benzodiazepines.
Still I lie in bed awake. Looks like I will spend my whole night ruminating.
3. In a melatonin– When’s the sandman coming? In a Melatonin.
It’s so much fun to work with friends! In this case, my friend Carlos Colón commissioned me to write an arrangement of “Mary’s Song,” a song written by another friend, Wendell Kimbrough. This beautiful performance was recorded at a rehearsal for a chapel service at Baylor University.
The Canticle of Mary (the Magnificat, Luke 1:46-55) is one of the most beautiful prayers in the Bible. It has elements of meekness, joy, obedience, wonder, and even some revolutionary overtones. It is no surprise that every music setting brings out different aspects of the text.
This anonymous text and Scottish folk tune pair beautifully to show a young girl whose hope has been steeped in the prophecies long enough that she believes the angel’s surprising message.
This arrangement for voice, guitar, and strings was written for a service at Rosewood Church that focused on Mary. With a melody this lovely and honest, the best thing you can do is avoid gilding the lily. Hence, a simple arrangement that swells at each chorus and remains understated during the verses.
I will soon write a piano accompaniment and make it available at my website.
Just in time for Christmas 2025 is a brand new arrangement of “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.”
First, a disclaimer: this recording is very rough, recorded live in worship after an hour-long rehearsal, direct from the soundboard.
Some songs are blank canvases on which one can paint their own personality. Not so, this carol. The melody dips in and out of a chromatic backdrop, establishing certain non-negotiables for the arranger. And yet, the song is marked by its quiet simplicity. I wanted to retain that serenity in my arrangement.
This arrangement was written for the All Saints Orchestra (guitar and string quintet), but I later added a piano part for churches with more standard instrumentation.
