by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
The Corner If these were my famous last words, Would they be like a tree that’s falling in the woods? No one there to hear it make a sound— No one there to watch me hit the ground. And would it matter anyway? If this were my last day on earth, ...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
Sooner or Later Our time is relatively short for walking on this earth, But today like many days it seems too long. I watch the lines go by and sometimes wonder what it’s worth, But when you share the road it makes me strong. I never have to ask...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
Write Me a Love Song One day I’ll get it right— I’ll send my love on time— the perfect Valentine. I think of her so much I forget she’s on my mind Until I’m left to just repine. One day I’ll make her see I need her just...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
Living Proof Am I the only one who sees it, Or is everybody right and I’m the one who’s wrong? What would it mean to say we’ve changed When they’re not ready to receive it, Determined just to doubt us all along? I’ll never have...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
One Heart Beat This dull aching in my chest— Deeper pain than smiles might suggest. This world’s burdens keep me aloof. If there’s one thing I cannot shake when they won’t hear the truth – All I’m left with is the burden of proof. ...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
Fish Things There’s something I was wondering just the other day. Shouldn’t those who follow God be set apart some way? Maybe by their gracious hearts or something of that sort? Maybe by the Son of God who changes human hearts? But my...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
Within Reach Alone in this crowd, don’t know why I’m here— No answers from doctors in all of these years. I’m well out of reach of the end of my rope. I’ve nothing that’s left in myself to have hope. If I could just get a...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
Bringing Back the Ark Time like sand passes by. We don’t know it’s gone. Faces changed and left again, I was all alone. I recall near the fall that there were tears and pain. You were true. You came through and pulled me out of the rain. ...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
As If I’m like the clay calling the potter to account, Sad ’cause I’m filled but not the same amount. I’m like the envious pot talking back Upset with the kettle’s shade of black. I’m like the hammer that drives a wedge, A...
by Bill Stutzman | Dec 21, 2024 | Music
Paradise Lost (Adam’s Lament) Is this then the end of this new glorious world, And me from most blessed to most cursed on the earth? I hide me from God, who all this unfurled, Who once to behold was the height of all mirth. Maker did I ask Thee from clay...
