Childlike Faith

Heard a couple songs today, they hit me so hard, such powerful lyrics they got right straight to my heart

One in particular, was about a little boy asking a preacher if heaven’s real, and about him hitting his knees to pray with such fervent zeal

Childlike faith, such a precious thing, we could use a little more of that these days

By: J.N.R Dutton

Wonderful Things

Heard a man named Jimmie singing about down home, I can’t explain adequately what it did to me,

but I’ll do my best, yeah I’ll sure try at least….

It touched my heart, pulled at those strings and brought back a thousand beautiful memories of the Love nurtured in that place and it brought a sun-glow smile to my face, that’s just a few of the wonderful things

By: J.N.R Dutton

For Another Set of Rhymes

Tonight I’m jamming to music, some classics, and some fresh sounds I’d never heard, soaking up the melodies, taking in every heartfelt word

From songs about new fatherhood, and songs about new Love, songs about the roughest heartbreaks and having the strength to overcome and so many others that I’d Love to tell you of …

As the singers tell their stories, one verse at a time, I’m sitting here letting my heart feel and find inspiration for another set of rhymes

By: J.N.R Dutton

In Your Beautiful Way

That old guitar is worn,

the wood is warped,

but it still sounds good,ok?

I’ve gotta say

the hours and years you put in,

my friend

they really do pay, and I

could listen to your heartfelt melodies

all day, keep playing your heart out

for as long as you wish and can

Yeah man, keep touching lives in your beautiful way

By: J.N.R Dutton

(For a beautifully gifted guitar genius)

Bluegrass Billy (Alternate Title: Mountain Music)

Old Billy played that good old mountain music

that mandolin, he sure could make it cry

He would play every morning, noon, and evening, and everyone could see the passion in his eyes

He’d play until his fingers bled, at least that’s what the legends said, he strived to be the best, and his beloved instrument was laid to rest beside him when he died

By: J.N.R Dutton

Old Mac

Old Mac, old buddy, you’re looking quite gray

I remember the red hair you had back in the day

It really stood out, looked like

a hot raging flame

but beyond that, you stood out

for so many other things

like the poems and music you wrote

& how your fingers danced so beautifully

across a great multitude of guitar strings

& how you kept a firm grip on the sweet

down home way you were raised

By: J.N.R Dutton