They are the hands of God. These hands. Just common, corporeal stuff. But mine. These uncommon wonders of God’s design. He put himself into my hands. His life is in my hands.
Music is a piece of my life, a part of my puzzle. Once upon a time I thought I would become a “singer-songwriter,” but the “singer” part eventually un-hyphenated itself. Now it’s enough to be a songwriter. Just a songwriter.
