A Mighty Host

This single is the first installment in what will be, Lord willing, a seven-song EP, Hearth Songs. These songs are original, my attempt to display the glory and beauty of ordinary Christian life.

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With special thanks to Brandon Bee, my talented and fearless producer, for his tremendous help in making this song what it is, and to Troy Glessner at Spectre Studios for mastering, and everyone who made this album possible at Patreon! Oh, and let’s not forget the thanks due to my wife and kids for dealing with my near-constant musical noise in every one of our living spaces, my brothers at New Christendom Press for quieting down (mostly) when I’m recording in the office next door, and Refuge Church for putting up with a pastor who’s always singing.

A Mighty Host

I still remember when I saw her
There as she wandered in the garden
Standing a stone’s throw from her mother
There in the hazy afternoon
And I could hear a hallelu—llelujah
Like wedding bells all silver gold
And oh, I felt it there and then—I still do
Her smile a-rushing through my soul

She’s awesome as a mighty host
She’s an army with its banners flown
Now who is this who shines forth as the dawn?
Clear as the moon and bright as sunbeam songs
She’s honey-sweet, and oh, she’s red-wine strong
Oh, many waters cannot quench this love

Do you remember all the good times
When we were countin’ every dime?
Oh we were poor as honest salesmen
Thirteen hour days, not much to show.
You always told me you that you felt—so rich then
We always kept each other warm
Didn’t we feast upon the fat things—a love like
Whisky and songs around the hearth

She’s awesome as a mighty host
She’s an army with its banners flown
Now who is this who shines forth as the dawn?
Clear as the moon and bright as sunbeam songs
She’s honey-sweet, and oh, she’s red-wine strong
Oh, many waters cannot quench this love

Weren’t we fruitful as a plum tree;
Better than trips to sandy shores
Give me the sound of all our children,
These rough and tumble afternoons
This life the Lord has given us—oh splendor!
And when I’m dying on my bed
Oh, God Almighty, let me hear them—a chorus
Of all my people singing Psalms
With ragged breaths I’ll sing along

She’s awesome as a mighty host
She’s an army with its banners flown
Now who is this who shines forth as the dawn?
Clear as the moon and bright as sunbeam songs
She’s honey-sweet, and oh, she’s red-wine strong
Oh, many waters cannot quench this love
Oh, many waters cannot quench this love
Oh, many waters cannot quench this love