“Psalm 62” by Shane & Shane comes from their 2007 Pages album.. and it’s built straight out of the Scripture itself—‘my soul waits in silence for God alone..’ The song carries the Old Testament language of God being our rock.. refuge.. and salvation.. set to a modern worship sound that makes ancient truth feel close.. It’s one of those songs written for seasons of waiting and uncertainty—when you need to remember that no matter what shakes around you.. He doesn’t.. I hope yall enjoy.. I’ve also included some more great videos from these guys to help you get to know them.. they are special to me.. hope yall have a great day.. I’m thinking of you 🙏
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This is powerful 👇
Couch Performance 👇
Story of how they got started 👇 and some of Shane Barnard’s testimony
“”He’s the only one strong enough to lean🎶 My heaviness against the weight of all my sin🎶 Falling on a rock.. leaning on a fortress..🎶 Oh the wall of God.. Jesus.. He won’t move””
“”On God I rest my salvation🎶 My fortress shall not be shaken My mighty rock and my glorious🎶 I lay my head upon His chest.. on God I rest””
Beach or Mountains ??? which do you prefer ….?→~≈↔^/’…❓
Both places preach.. one with waves.. one with wind.. I’ve always been an outdoor sportsman.. at least I used to be.. These days work and ministry keep me busy.. but that part of me is still alive somewhere in there..
I lived in Florida for twelve years.. and I got used to the salt life.. I had a kayak.. and I’d fish the hidden corners of Tampa Bay.. mostly alone.. but sometimes with my friend Jimmy.. Bishop Harbor was my favorite.. I’d take whole weekends and just disappear.. camp on those tiny islands.. fish day and night.. no clock.. no noise.. just water and sky.. a kind of backwater solitude I still miss..
I also did a lot of freshwater bass fishing down there.. I’d bounce back and forth between saltwater and fresh.. Florida gave me both flavors.. and I never got tired of either one..
For a few years I even lived in a beach house on Anna Maria Island.. At high tide the waves from the Gulf broke about fifty feet from my back porch.. When I wasn’t working or fishing or swimming.. I’d sit out there.. play my guitar.. sing into the night.. and just watch the water drift through its moods.. In the dark I’d lay in bed and listen to the waves crash.. a steady sound that felt like the world breathing.. It was a sacred season in my life.. My roommate Nathan was there too.. a good friend.. He died of an overdose a few years later.. Good times.. memories I still smile about.. and I miss him..
But I also love the mountains.. I grew up fishing and exploring the North Georgia mountains.. Every summer.. me and my friends.. sometimes my dad or my uncle or both.. would drive ten miles off the main road on a gravel trail to get to our camping spot on the Tallulah River.. It was quiet.. beautiful.. hidden away from everything.. We pitched tents.. built fires.. fished.. talked.. laughed.. and mostly fished haha.. And yes.. I catch fish 😁🎣 Even when you don’t catch anything.. it’s still great.. but I always catch them.. I fish for people now …..t`
Up there we always ate what we caught.. trout for breakfast.. lunch.. and dinner haha.. By the end I didn’t want any more fish for a while.. but I always looked forward to going back.. year after year.. from a kid into an adult.. those mountain memories run deep in me..
So therefore I can’t choose.. I’m part tides.. part timber.. Both preach.. Both shape me.. It’d be like choosing between your mother and your father haha…
In 2012.. I was running on spiritual fumes.. living and working down in Florida.. driving an 18-wheeler and hauling orange juice concentrate.. Most days I’d head down to the seaports.. wait for the massive container ships from Brazil.. then hook to a bulk tank and run it to one of the orange juice factories scattered across the state..
One day.. I was rolling down a long.. deserted.. country road in the middle of nowhere when something big.. black.. and winged shot across my path and smacked the front of my truck with violent force..
It happened so fast I couldn’t tell what kind of bird it was.. I just prayed it wasn’t a bald eagle—there were plenty of them in that area.. Whatever it was.. I knew it had to be dead.. No way anything could survive the hit I felt.. My anxiety climbed as I pulled over and walked to the front of the truck.. preparing myself for the worst..
But when I looked down.. lodged in an open section near the bottom of the grille.. was a huge black vulture—one of the largest I’d ever seen.. And it was still alive..
For a few moments.. I just stood there.. trying to process what I was seeing.. The bird was incredibly calm and strangely quiet.. It looked right at me with an expression I can only describe as.. “Please help me…”
There was no way I was going to grab this thing bare-handed.. I was certain it would lash out with its beak.. So I found a big stick on the side of the road and tried to pry it loose.. No luck.. The bird was wedged tight.. and part of it was pressed against the radiator—which was extremely hot.. I knew time wasn’t on its side..
I kept trying with one hand on the stick and one on a wing.. but it wasn’t working.. I was starting to make it worse..
Eventually.. I realized the truth.. I was going to have to pick this thing up with both hands..
Fear hit me hard… But I also knew I didn’t have a choice..
So I took a breath.. Said a small prayer.. Had myself a quiet ellipsis moment haha.. Then reached in..
I put both hands on the bird.. To my surprise.. it stayed gentle—completely calm.. completely trusting.. Its eyes were locked on me.. almost talking.. It knew I was trying to help.. As my fear faded.. a strange confidence grew.. I grabbed all over its body.. trying to find the angle to free it.. At one point.. I even had my hands around its neck and head.. carefully working it loose..
Finally.. with one good pull.. the vulture came free..
I lifted it high in my hands.. expecting it to explode into flight—but it didn’t.. It simply rested there…
It had just survived something that should have killed it.. and it needed a moment to breathe.. The amazing thing was… it wasn’t even injured.. not a broken wing.. not even a wobble.. nothing…
We stood there together for about a minute—me holding it.. it staring at me.. No fear on either side.. Just this strange wild peace…
Then it looked at me one last time.. as if to say thank you.. turned.. and flew…
I climbed back into my truck and drove on.. replaying the moment in my mind.. I still can’t believe it survived the impact.. Not only survived it—walked away completely fine…
And then the old saying hit me.. “Tough as an old buzzard…”
Now I understand where that phrase came from… those birds are built like tanks.. And on that day.. something wild trusted me — enough to rest in my hands… an indelible memory…
Wow… i just googled ‘tough as an old buzzard.’ to see how it came about.. I knew none of this…
(Where it comes from) The phrase “tough as an old buzzard” grew out of american frontier language in the 1800s.. early 1900s.. People on ranches.. homesteads.. and in desert regions watched buzzards (vultures) survive things almost nothing else could survive.. blistering heat.. drought.. storms.. rotten food.. injuries.. and just plain rough living.. Why a buzzard specifically? Because vultures/buzzards are famously hard to kill………… Cowboys and farmers noticed that even old.. beat-up buzzards still lived incredibly long and stayed sharp.. Their survival was legendary…
It all makes sense to me now 😁
And I relate……….. I’m also famously hard to kill 😁.. but that’s another story for another day… 😎`
My friend Sobia and her sister Shamsa.. they have a children’s ministry in Pakistan.. they help the children forced to work in the brick kiln factories.. it’s unbelievable what’s happening there with these children.. I thought we were past medieval times.. these kids have nothing and no one to love and help them.. Sobia’s ministry is called JSBL Ministry.. aka Jesus Shining Bright Learning… but she and her sister’s… (3 sisters) love on the children daily and provide food for them and teach them.. so it’s kind of like a school.. it’s a wonderful ministry.. the sisters are trying to raise $3000 US dollars to help provide a decent Christmas for these kids this year.. so I told Sobia that I would help spread the word and get this video out there.. this is Shamsa in the video.. she just made the video last night.. I think.. and Sobia sent it to me this morning.. Sobia and I talk daily.. I’m so blessed to call her my friend.. it’s wonderful what she and her sisters are trying to do.. Sobia and Shamsa are these kids only hope right now.. it’s so so sad…
If anyone is interested in helping.. you can donate through Western Union.. here’s the info…
Name: Shamsa Emmanuel 33102-8903648-0 Ph.03212114958 Address: St. 4, lbn-e-marium colony Chak no 225 RB Malkhanwala Faisalabad Pakistan
Strange Cup Of Tea 🎶 Sister Hazel (acoustic version)
So I thought I would stick with Sister Hazel a while longer and give you a chance to get to know them.. this song “Strange Cup Of Tea” is another Hidden Gem from them.. it was released in 2000.. honestly.. they have so many great unpopular or kind of unknown songs.. I could stay with them for a long time.. I learned something about them last night.. their loyal fans are known as “Hazelnuts” haha.. I didn’t know that 😁.. and on this song.. Drew Copeland sings lead.. not Ken Block.. they switched it up.. I included a few other videos from them.. also.. I found out Ken Block founded a charity called “Lyrics For Life” to help children with pediatric cancer.. I thought that was cool.. I hope you enjoy…
So music means so much to me.. as you’re probably starting to see.. so I heard this song earlier.. and it brought back memories.. i once walked in on my mother.. she was alone and crying.. listening to this song.. turns out this one is special to her.. because it reminds her of me.. it’s the one song she has attached to me.. and I just noticed today.. that it was released the year I was born.. 1973.. something I’ve never noticed… all these years…
Two times in my life.. I’ve caught my mother crying to music.. here are both those songs…
When I was fourteen.. my best friend was killed in a dirt-bike accident.. I can’t begin to tell you what it did to me… Crushed is the only word I have right now.. and even that feels too small..
We were closer than brothers..
After the funeral.. I fell into my bedroom. That room became my world — my home inside my home.. I shut down.. Closed myself off.. No access allowed..
Everyone was worried about me..
It felt like I was on a camping trip in the wilderness alone.. And I stayed there for a whole year..
I needed something… but I didn’t know what..
I started borrowing CDs and cassette tapes from my uncle..
I found an old tape in a forgotten box in the attic — Bob Dylan’s Another Side of Bob Dylan… and I disappeared into it.
rock… country… blues… folk… old… new…
Hank Williams Jr… And the only Christian song I even knew back then.. Amazing Grace..
I didn’t just listen — I drank it.. And the more I drank.. the thirstier I got.. So I went swimming in it.. Something I still do..
Meanwhile.. God was walking the edges of me…
One night.. I awoke from a dream that wouldn’t let go… and there in the corner of my room was a silhouette.. shaped like a guitar..
my mother was so worried about me she didn’t know what else to do.. So she bought me an acoustic guitar.. And one night.. while I was sleeping… she placed it right where I would see it.. the moment I opened my eyes..
and so I took it
I played it… and I played it… and I played it…
until my fingers bled
until it started playing me..
I learned it — taught myself — until it learned me back..
Song after song.. Day after day.. night after night… Month after month.. From the fall of 1988 into the winter of 1989..
I played it…..
until it became my heartbeat..
And finally…
after a year in the wilderness…
I emerged from my room..
ready to face my giants…
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of the 90’s…
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First song i ever learned on guitar 👇
I had many songs embedded in this story.. but it was causing it to load super slow.. so I deleted most of them…
My Friend Joey’Me`
Psalm 34:18 (NKJV)
“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted.. and saves those who are crushed in spirit…”
Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 