Narrow Road Ahead | Sunset Valley Productions

The original artwork for this album can be found below.

Storm Front

They traveled that morning
and nothing was strange.
It seemed that they chose a good day.
But then it grew darker,
the air took a change,
and soon it was starting to rain.

The radio speaker reported a warning.
Severe weather could be ahead.
Without much concern
they continued their bearing,
the car going just where she led.

Storm front is coming.
Darkness, ablaze.
Storm front is coming.

That natural force
gave no hint it would weaken.
The wind tried to push them aside.
The radio screamed
an emergency beacon.
They prayed for a place they could hide.

They turned off the highway,
then down the road hoping.
The rain made it harder to see.
Then there up ahead was a church.
Was it open?
Would it be a safe place to flee?

Storm front is coming.
Darkness, ablaze.
Storm front is coming.

They braked to a stop
at the house of the Lord.
One tug and the door opened wide.
When safely inside
they offered their thanks toward
the maker who answered their cry.

When the storm had passed
they could find no caretaker.
Was this church left open by chance?
The lights were left on
drawing them to this shelter
provided by God in advance.

Storm front is coming.
Darkness, ablaze.
Storm front is coming.

When Jesus Spoke

Your words can heal the sick, can make temptation flee.
Deaf ears can hear once more, a halting tongue can speak.
The powers great and small must do just as you say.
All evil powers yield. The wind and waves obey.

When Jesus spoke,
the lame man's legs were healed, his sins forgiven.
When Jesus spoke,
a meal from one young lad fed five thousand men.
When Jesus spoke,
He called each burdened soul to come unto Him.

Your word has changed the world.
Your word can change my heart.
So Jesus, my Lord, speak to me.

Your word can quench a thirst, can fill a hungry need.
The broken body healed, the blinded eyes can see.
You called a man by name to cause the dead to rise.
The power of Your truth can make the foolish wise.

Three-Fifteen

She would breathe a little prayer for her home and her children.
And God kept her from each snare as He watched her through each day.
It was shortly after noon, on the road to take a child to school.
She would need some help and soon when the car's engine went still.

Then she asked the Lord to help her, tried the key, but heard no sound.
What to do next, first she pondered, then took her children by the arm.

He was not an early riser, but he woke at three-fifteen.
Back to sleep? No was it was wiser to get an early start today.

It was shortly after noon. His route was near it's completion.
He recognized them just as soon as he saw them walk along.

Early to wake at three-fifteen was not the normal course for him.
There was no reason he had seen. It seemed like just another day.

He did not know the why or where, but the Lord knew he was willing.
For the Lord had placed him there, to give an answer to her need.

As they traveled down the road she was glad and she was grateful.
He told her that it was odd that this was not his scheduled time.

She said she had prayed quite hard for someone to come and help her.
He said that the Lord had heard. But God had heard at three-fifteen.

She would breathe a little prayer for her home and her children.
And God kept her from each snare as he watched her through each day.

More Of You

More, more of You. Less of me.
That's the way that I want it to be.
More of You. Less of me.
That's the way it must be.

My souls cries out within me
just to hear His voice.
To stand and listen to Him
makes my heart rejoice.
Now Jesus offers me life
and I make my choice.

More, more of You. Send Your love.
Speak the words of Your Father above.
More of You. Send Your love.
Speak His word from above.

He'll calm the storm that I feel
if I will believe.
I have this thirst deep inside
that He can relieve.
Unless it is given by Him
I will not receive.

More, more of You. Fill my heart.
Fill me down to my emptiest part.
More of You. Fill my heart.
Fill in me every part.

I long to do what is good
within His sight.
I shade my eyes when I am
standing in His light.
It holds the truth that I need
to know what's right.

More, more of You. Less of me.
That's the way that I want it to be.
More of You. Less of me.
That's the way that I want it to be.
More of You. Less of me.
That's the way that I want it to be.

So Much Of Me

Quiet night sitting on the floor alone.
Six string guitar resting on my thigh.
Pick some chords, maybe hear a special note.
A song may come. Oh, how I love to try.

The kids in bed. Their mother will be very late.
A tune or two, turn another rhyme.
With music sweet, not a bad way to wait.
Clock on the wall marking out the time.

She's so much of me, so much of me.
I don't know where I stop
and where she begins in me.
The man I am, the man that I might be,
depends upon her faith in me.

Years ago I asked the Lord to send me her
from the time that I was big enough to know.
I did believe that He had given me His word.
I never knew that I would need her so.

Thoughts return, they show the path I've taken here.
I plainly see events that shaped my life.
A common thread in all those memories, so dear,
the girl I met that would become my wife.

She's so much of me, so much of me.
I don't know where I stop
and where she begins in me.
The man I am, the man that I might be,
depends upon her faith in me.

A day, a week, a month and then a year, then nine.
Together we would live one day and then the next.
I'll not pretend that every day was bright sunshine.
But I can see that we have been so blessed.

The small ideas, the visions and the grandest schemes,
the crazy plans that she would listen to.
She cheered me on encouraging the best of my dreams.
When she believed, I could believe them too.

She's so much of me, so much of me.
I don't know where I stop
and where she begins in me.
The man I am, the man that I might be,
depends upon her faith in me.

One Lord, One Faith

So many moving to one beat.
The God of Heaven guiding our feet.
Now each of us are given grace
to serve Him in a special place.
He chooses some to lead us home,
and honors those who serve alone.

One Lord, one faith,
making us one in the bond of peace.
One Lord, one faith,
making us one with the Holy Son of God

By the Spirit we become one.
Then together God's work is done.
Remembering our unity,
each part can move in harmony.
Rejoicing in each other's gain
and bearing one another's pain.

One Lord, one faith,
making us one in the bond of peace.
One Lord, one faith,
making us one with the Holy Son of God

To Jesus we become the Body.
Now we are one but we are many.
We differ in the gifts we share.
And carefully avoid compare.
We use our gifts accordingly
to praise the Lord who sets us free.

One Lord, one faith,
making us one in the bond of peace.
One Lord, one faith,
making us one with the Holy Son of God

Obedience School

I have a Samoyed
and her name is Tasha.
She likes to do things her own way.
But on some occasions
I find that it's proper
that she listen to what I say.
The kennel swings open
and she takes off running,
with no clear direction to roam.
She runs through the weeds,
picks up hundreds of burrs that
take time to remove with a comb.
Obedience School is crossing my mind.

I took my small daughter,
sat her on the table,
and moved away things that could break.
It soon was apparent
she wanted to handle
whatever would be a mistake.
She's too young to know that
there is so much danger.
Experience makes me alert.
If I do not stop her and try to correct her
I know that sometime she'll get hurt.
Obedience School is crossing my mind.

I noticed it blinking,
his right turning signal.
He then drove into the left lane.
Then when he crossed traffic,
somehow no one wrecked him.
Was he in his right or left brain?
I needed to stop at the grocery store just
to purchase a bunch of endive.
But under the sign
that said "ten or less items,"
stood someone who had twenty-five.
Obedience School is crossing my mind.

There's much in this world that
I don't understand and
I struggle to see the whole plan.
Then God lets me see
just the part that I need to
remind me I'm only a man.
In all of my hardship
I'm thanking the Lord though
I may see no reason or rhyme.
If Jesus has something
He's trying to teach me
I hope that I learn it this time.
Obedience School is crossing my mind.

A Walk

A walk on a cool day. No leaves on the trees.
Clouds filter the sunshine. Spring scent in the breeze.
A pause to gaze inward to sift through the soul.
Compelled to push onward whatever the toll.

I face my tormentor and he faces me.
He calls to attention what others don't see.

Those things that I should do, what makes me content,
condemned to the background without my intent.
All that I am doing, the way that I act.
Sound judgement attempted, instead I react.

I face my tormentor and he faces me.
He calls to attention what others don't see.

I look in the water, it's perfectly still.
My tormentor stares back, demanding his will.
My Savior has saved me from serving my sin.
His sacrifice gives me this peace that's within.

I face my tormentor and he faces me.
He calls to attention what others can't see.

Friends Forever

One morning I sat down and sipped a cup of joe.
I thought I'd pen some words about the friends I know.
Memories take over me as I picture each face.
Within my heart each holds a special place.

Each time I think of you, you bring to me a smile.
Even though I may not have seen you in a while.
We may have been apart for years or just a day,
but in my heart you've never been away.

Friends in the Lord are friends forever.
Friends in the Lord stay together.
When days on Earth are over and done,
then over death we will have won.
We'll lift our praise to God's own Son
for freeing us and making us one.
Friends in the Lord are friends forever.

I did not know how much your love would mean to me.
You help to calm the storm as I'm tossed about the sea.
My biggest hope is that there's some way I can be
as good a friend as you have been to me.

Some friends have made the choice on Jesus to rely.
And some will not accept that faith, I can't deny.
But whether you believe you know that in the end
I am yours, on that you can depend.