Good job on the video, Jared!
Masterly presented by a friend I haven't met yet, here's a song the Lord gave me many years ago, when I was 28 years old. The song is now in at least six hard-cover hymnals, and has been translated into Spanish.
Good job on the video, Jared!
These simple "seaside meditations" celebrate the Goodness of our God, and the amazing gifts of Beauty that He has left for us to enjoy.
My notes tell me that I penned it the day after my 50th birthday, and my prayer today is that it may refresh your spirit, relax you, increase your longing for a closer walk with God
For maximum enjoyment, use a good set of headphones. If you have any desire to memorize the song, the full lyrics are just before the end (at 04:02) so if you pause it there and take a screen-grab of that page, you can text or email it to yourself, for printing it out, or to have it on your mobile phone or tablet for easy access.
If the song blesses you, you can bless me, by hitting the Like button, leaving a positive Comment, or Sharing it with someone else, maybe a shut-in or older person who would love you for it.
Sheri is a story-creator and worlds-creator, and occasionally does a "Made to Create Interview." Here's one she did recently, to dig into what I have learned in my several decades of song-writing:
I wrote this short song last spring, April, 9, 2017, as a simple prayer-hymn.
Like the 23rd Psalm, it reminds us that we really do NEED a shepherd, and that God is ABLE to keep us!
To learn the words, do a Screen-Grab near the end, at 02:46, to print out the lyrics for encouragement or memorization. If you like the video,please share it with someone needing encouragement, and God bless you!
I composed the music and first verse of this old-fashioned "love song" this past Wednesday evening, and the rest of the words Thursday morning.
To me it has a bit of an Irish or Scottish feel, and reminds us of a time when instant communication and travel were not possible, and were therefore very special when realized.
It also shows the beauty of true love, which can only be fully expressed when the couple is each-for-only-the-other, and till-death-do-us-part.
A year ago I saw a gift sign in a local store, with the motto "Always KISS ME Goodnight." I shot a photo of it, then wrote down this tune & one verse of lyrics on a folded pocket paper which I always carry for such a purpose.
This video is just a "rough draft" video, but maybe it will bless someone, since it contains some beautiful thoughts about our Lord.
Note! If you don't see the words, please go to YouTube (you may have to do it on a computer) and hit the CC button below the video to turn on the Closed Captions, so you can 'hear' the words as it plays.
Two days ago, I used my iPhone to shoot this quick video, about 30 minutes after I started writing the song. I used no audio cables, and added no MIDI instruments. Basically it was just a clip to help me remember these first chords, so I could go back to working on a couple more verses.
Most of my new Christian hymns are metrical, and with near-perfect end-rhyme. I am posting this one, even though it is probably not as "good" as others I hope to post, because I love the thoughts it contains about God. I hope it can bless you, as you think of the goodness and permanence of our God.
To see my other YouTube videos go to my "stanbrubaker" channel.
Something huge is happening in little Bethlehem tonight... and it's an Event for the Ages!
In this dark little room we hear animals slumbering, a lamb softly bleating, and a few oxen lowing their last sleepy calls of the day. A sleeping rooster has perched near our heads.
But our eyes are drawn to a rough-sawn feed trough, in which a newborn baby lies sleeping. His young Mother looks at Him— with adoring eyes— and beside her a young Jewish man bows before the Babe in amazed worship.
The animals cannot know, and the worshipping man and woman can hardly comprehend, that this helpless, newborn infant is that very Being Who once spoke themselves and our world into existence. But their hearts are bowed, as our should be, before the sacred scene.
Click HERE to see it at my YouTube Channel.
I must apologize again that this is just an unpolished "Demo" and is certainly not "CD Album" quality. My present goal is to get a hundred or so of my songs out of their folders, and see if I get any feedback toward hiring professional CDs made, or making some of them available in sheet music or songbooks.
Oxen Are Lowing In Stables Dim
Oxen are lowing in stables dim,
Dark are the alleys in Bethlehem;
Hush, children, sleep, through the whispering night,
Circled by stars with a radiance bright.
Slumber, Judea, amid your hills,
Shepherds awake to celestial thrills;
Hark! the bright Angel speaks to their fear--
Tidings of gladness of Life they hear.
Sleep, deeply sleep, O Bethlehem,
Oxen and rooster, and donkey and Lamb--
Joseph bows down to the One they've adored,
Mary exults in her newborn Lord.
Sleep, little Child from the Father, sleep,
Hidden away in the silences deep;
Dim is the stable, dark is the night,
Where You are shining, dear Child of Light.
© 2006 by Stanley K. Brubaker / Brooksong LLC
Call the composer at 269-228-1999, or email him at firstname.lastname@example.org
What an AMAZING development... that the all-powerful Creator GOD would send Himself to Earth in helpless form, to be born of a young Jewish virgin.
May this song help us to meditate on the meaning of the miracle, and encourage us to pass it along to those who have not yet heard the story.
Click here to see it on my YouTube channel.
Write It On the Wind
Write it on the Wind, in letters made of sand,
Send it to the reaches of the earth again,
Who will hear the message? Who will understand--
Written on the Wind in letters made of sand?
Who will understand?
Write it on the Clouds, so huge across the blue,
Sailing over oceans and the mountains too;
Who will hear the message, knowing it is true--
Written in the Heaven, scrolling through the blue?
Who will understand? Who will understand?
Write it on your Heart, to pass along today,
Moisten it with tears to soften up the clay,
Give it to the Angel— speed it on its way--
Written on your heart and given to the clay.
Who will understand? Who will understand?
Write it in His tears, all hidden from the earth,
Give it to the virgin, bring it to its birth,
Show it to the shepherds, worship at its worth--
Written in a groaning, given to the earth.
Who will understand?
Written in the Word, and given to the poor,
Bless it to the children of the sick and sore,
Breathe upon the Mystery, open wide the Door--
Open up your hand and give it to the poor.
Who will understand? Who will understand?
© 2006 by Stanley K. Brubaker / Brooksong.org
Phone 269-228-1999 Email: email@example.com
Permission is hereby granted for non-commercial uses.
This short song is a PRAYER for GOD and His ANGELS to protect and keep a LOVED ONE who is going away for a time.
The tune and words of the song came to me seven weeks ago as I was watching my lovely wife Janice drive out our driveway with our daughter Anna, who was taking her to the Philadelphia airport, so she could make an earlier-than-we-had-expected flight to Colorado for a couple of weeks to help at a friend's birth (Janice is a Certified Doula).
[This ROUGH Demo Video is downloadable, and can also be seen here on YouTube.]
Lord, My Love, Watch Over Her
Lord, my Love, watch over her,
As she goes away;
Fold her in bright angel wings—
Keep her safe, I pray.
Love her as I love her, Lord,
Gently, strongly, keep her, Lord,
Heart of mine, to have, to hold—
Hold her close today.
Heaven’s child— O keep her, Lord,
Down the^unfolding path;
Heaven’s mercies give her, Lord,
Blessings to the last.
Angels bright attend her, Lord,
Ever to defend her, Lord,
Heaven’s love within her, Lord—
Keep your child, I ask.
© 2016 by Stanley K. Brubaker / Brooksong LLC
Composed Aug.26, 2016 Phone 269-228-1999
This simple song is easily sung, but carries a powerful message. As committed 'Christ-followers' we have the privilege of exercising our faith continually, by saying Yes to God's faithfulness, in every situation.
Lord, deliver us into the very highest and best that you have for each one of us, that we may SHINE, as lights in this world.
[This ROUGH Demo Video is downloadable.]
Not a Shadow Lies Between Us
Not a shadow lies between us: My Lord and I
Share the brightness of His likeness, like the clear crystal sky;
Like the rainbow in the storm cloud, I am standing on His Word,
And I am resting on His promise in the goodness of the Lord,
Yes, I am resting on His promise, in the goodness of the Lord.
Does God still care for Israel? Does such a tiny nation, with its despised and maligned people, yet have reason to believe in a hope and a future?
In a powerful summary sentence Paul tells us, in Rom. 11:26, that even though they are enemies of the Gospel, "they are beloved for the fathers' sakes." Surely they are a supreme object lesson for us, portraying even today the amazing faithfulness and mercies of our Creator— and the vilest sinner can take hope in those mercies.
From poetic and prophetic passages of sacred Scripture this hymn springs forth to remind us that Yes!— our Heavenly Father still cares about His people, and will protect them for His own glorious purposes. It looks forward in sure triumph of Faith to that coming day when God will be glorified in Israel, as Life and Truth flow out to all nations. This will be a sure work of God, and all men will marvel. Blessed is he who believes. [ Video is downloadable. ]
Like the Mountains Around Jerusalem
Like the mountains around Jerusalem, I surround you with My love,
I will guard you as My chosen one— you're My darling and My dove;
When your foes would rise against you, evil enemies draw nigh,
I am jealous to defend you, as the apple of Mine eye,
Remember the time Jesus invited His disciples to "Come apart and rest for awhile"? This simple hymn invites us to do likewise— by coming unto Jesus Himself, Who is our own true Rest.
Have you heard the "Divine Whoa!" recently? Possibly not— but when the Holy Spirit whispers to us, may we turn aside, and season our busy lives with some simple celebrations of resting, refocusing, revitalizing, refreshing, and renewing— by coming to Him.
Come Ye Apart
"Come ye apart," the Savior is calling,
"Come, ye distressed, and rest for awhile;
Billows may roll their crowd-fevered madness,
Turn from the tempest— Come ye apart.
[An 'Early-American'-flavored "Spiritual" with Harp and Pan Flute sounds]
Yes, I had to smile— as I looked in the folder for this song I composed nearly ten years ago— when I saw two variations of the lyrics. At the top of the one paper I had written "Proper English"— and on the other, "Cotton-pickin' English."
Since this song is a "spiritual" I'm choosing to favor the latter version, with its colloquial, and hopefully-not-too-offensive, dialect, to give the song more authenticity.
When I ponder the difficult lives of the colonial slaves on our early-American soils, I rejoice that some of them knew the mercies of Jesus, and kept their Faith alive, even through sometimes horrible and harrowing circumstances, by singing such simple, arrows-from-the-heart, hymns of Hope.
May we also, amid the deluge of our social media, choose daily to be active SING-ers of simple songs that move our hearts, and stir our spirits toward God.
I Kneel Beside the Jordan River
I kneel beside the Jordan River, deep and wide,
Feel the lonely billows rollin' over me,
Know that I will soon be on the other side,
Free— forever free;
Listen! Do you hear the angel sayin',
"Wontcha come along without delayin'?
Soon you'll leave your sins behind, and all your prayin'—
Walk on through with me."
And the questions naturally come: "Why do we make music?" Why do we 'sing the mighty power of God'? What happens if we don't? How does it help us if we do? Is God impressed... is He pleased?
_Several months ago, Janice and I were privileged to eat dinner with the Kravets family, and enjoy some fellowship and great music afterward.
In this video, David, Sergey, Yuriy, and Vlad play an old favorite hymn, on strings.
Or click HERE to see the HD video on YouTube.
A Songwriting Tip
Lying in bed this morning— in those drowsy, almost-awake, musings— I realized I was in my all-too-frequent pattern of mentally beating myself up.
Several stupid mistakes I had made in volleyball last evening bounced through my mind, mixing with other assorted 'failures' until suddenly a new song [see my iPhone screen-shot, above] came to me— all the words of the first verse arriving with the melody.
Wind Chimes (with instrumental mp3)
1.Wind chimes through my windows ringing Set my joyful soul a-singing,
Softly now, new life revealing, Sounds a Father's love appealing.
Listen! How the echo lingers, Played with air through God's own fingers,
Peace that falls, like fragrance falling, Cheery carols calling, calling, (calling).
If you're like me, you're always striving to become a BETTER songwriter. You play with it, work at it... always seeking ways to make better music, quicker!
Here are some win-win ways good for amateurs and experts alike.
1. Buy a box of file folders, and G.O. (Get Organized). Don't do like I did! Years ago I put my first 20 or so songs
126.96.36.199.13.5.5 -- a Spiritual
Who's That Little Baby Sleepin'?
[ Bass voices: Who’s that little baby sleepin’?... ]
1. Who’s that little baby sleepin’ on a bed of hay,
Angels holy watch a-keepin’ till the break of day?
That small babe is God’s great Mercy on a world so wild,
That small babe is God’s great Mercy, in a little child,
In a little child.
Silent Night, Holy Night
Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright
‘Round yon virgin, mother and child!
Holy infant, so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
[Irregular Meter: 10.11.13.11]
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts,
1. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts,
Holy Father, Holy Son, and Holy Ghost,
Through eternal ages past Your majesty was pure,
Through the ages yet to come will still endure.
How Deep the Father’s Love For Us
By Stuart Townend
How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
He Wore Those Thorns For Me
1. He wore those thorns for me, upon His holy head--
A crown of majesty He could have worn instead!
The cruel bruising reed had crushed it through His skin--
My evil-plaited deeds His diadem of sin
'HymnCraft 101' is my attempt to help you pen lyrics worth learning, and compose musical melodies worth singing.
Am I qualified to do that? That’s for you, and time, to decide.
The first real hymn I wrote, Lo, I Come, was written more than forty years ago, before I was married, and was the honest cry of a youthful, God-seeking heart.
My best-known hymn today is Teach Me, O Lord, to Number My Days. It has been printed in various hard-cover hymnals, some of which have pressed on through dozens of printings. It has been sung in many different countries, in English or Spanish.
But most of my hymns, children’s songs, ballads, lullabies, and spirituals are known only to the Lord who gave them to me.
And that’s okay. But as time goes on, and as I get older— and as we see our society crying out for Salt and Light— I have a burden to pass along to others more of my songs, and some of the many 'word-smithing' and 'melody-crafting' TIPS I've learned through the years— hoping that they will help YOU as much as they have me.
May they encourage you! May they draw you even closer to your Creator! And may they, at least in a small way, help mentor your musical musings and ministerings!
If they do, my labors are already paid, and paid in full!
— Stan Brubaker
Purpose of Blog
Tips... Insights... Song-writing How-to... Critiques... Time-saving Methods... to help make YOU a joyful bard for the Lord.