was listening to Pastor Craig’s message on Matthew 28
never forget it, because he spoke of how the angel
told Mary Magdalene, and Mary that he knew they were
looking for Jesus, and He wasn’t there (in the tomb).
It was at that very moment that the words and
music for “He’s Coming Back” began to flow forth. I
knew that I shouldn’t be writing music while my Pastor
was giving his Sermon, but it seemed as though I was
powerless to stop it. It was as if a door to my
heart was opened so that the Lord could let me know
what was on His. I must have completed almost
half the song before Pastor was finished, but the remainder
of it did not come to me until I found myself in a hospital
waiting room. My mother was having a heart catheterization
when the remainder of “He’s Coming Back” was written.
While I waited and prayed, my heart was heavy
and fearful for I was alone, but Our Lord worked through
the fear, and allowed me to feel this particular song
with such incredible intensity. I could hear Him saying-
“Concentrate on this, and leave the rest to me.”
for the Throne
I waited for my mother to have surgery on her face for
skin cancer, an older woman of ninety or so, walked
into the waiting room. I looked at her, and at once
commented on how lovely she looked, and how her blue
eyes matched her dress perfectly. She looked at
me, and said- “Well! It’s Sunday, You Know!”, and went
on to tell me of how many surgeries she had gone through
for her particular type of disease. That day she would
wait a good amount of time to have another, and they
would need to go deeper this time to try to remove it.
When she was taken in, once again, my spirit was
flooded with music. The Lord allowed me to see
what it would feel like to have the suffering of His
beloved end, and find them in Heaven. I didn’t
have any paper, but there were napkins next to the coffee.
I proceeded to write “Destined for the Throne”,
and completed it before my mother came out. The
words and music flowed forth as one, as though it were
fully orchestrated before I had ever heard it. I
was sure that it was.
you are truly blessed by being someone’s first prayer.
Someone who loves you so much, that they want to do
everything they can to protect you through that prayer
covering. I was my grandmother’s, and she never
hesitated to tell me that. As I would listen to her
go through her list of family members, I would hear
her broken English “Italian” accent confirm it to be
true. She would sing to me in Italian whenever
she watched me at a task, and would look at me with
all knowing eyes, as if to say- “I know you will always
remember how much I love you”. So much of who
I am today is because of her, and her love for me. When
she went to be with the Lord, this music came so quickly.
It was like a balm to my spirit, as I was suffering
greatly. I knew, that even in this suffering, the Lord
was blessing me with His Word. We would be together