tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210998332024-03-14T01:24:02.301-07:00Homemade MusicJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-31047344736704703762010-05-19T21:32:00.001-07:002010-05-19T21:34:41.239-07:00Little Did I KnowA song for Matt & Carly on their wedding day - May 15, 2010.<br /><br /><br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P98bfd006cbd01d810c15dbd86d03d123YFt9QFREYmZ0&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe><br/><a href='http://www.hipcast.com/export/P98bfd006cbd01d810c15dbd86d03d123YFt9QFREYmZ0.mp3' rel='enclosure'>MP3 File</a><br /><br />Little Did I Know<br />John Batchelder 2010<br /><br />Over twenty years ago in a quiet farmhouse, Before a baby’s crib I bowed my head to pray<br />I said Father thank you for this boy you’ve given us, Please help us raise him right and help him find his way<br />Help him love and serve You faithfully, and if it be Your will, Please provide for him a loving wife someday<br /><br />And little did I know that before the words were spoken, Little did I know that the plan was underway<br />Little did I know that my prayers had all been answered, and that God was in control - Little did I know<br /><br />For just a few days later in a Kansas wheat field, Another dad prayed for his child in the same way<br />He said Father thank you for this girl you’ve given us, Please help us raise her right and help her find her way<br />Help her love and serve You faithfully, and if it be Your will, please provide for her a loving man some day<br /><br />But little did he know that before the words were spoken, Little did he know that the plan was underway<br />Little did he know that his prayers had all been answered, and that God was in control - Little did he know<br /><br />And now we’re gathered here to watch them come together, In a union that is based on trust and love<br />These best friends who are faithful to each other, and are faithful to the God of heaven above<br /><br />But little did they know that before the words were spoken, Little did they know that the plan was underway<br />Little did they know that our prayers had all been answered, and that God was in control - Little did they know<br /><br />Little did we know that before the words were spoken, Little did we know that the plan was underway<br />Little did we know that our prayers had all been answered, and that God was in control - Little did we knowJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-13539781973631084542010-05-19T21:28:00.001-07:002010-10-26T17:10:36.482-07:00Seems Like Only YesterdaySeems Like Only Yesterday<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P9f8dbfee6e6e427e9d9f280084212112YFt9QFREYmZ1&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe><br/><a href='http://www.hipcast.com/export/P9f8dbfee6e6e427e9d9f280084212112YFt9QFREYmZ1.mp3' rel='enclosure'>MP3 File</a><br /><br />Seems Like Only Yesterday<br />Long ago I said I loved you, I didn’t know what you would say<br />Then you said “I Do” forever, It seems like only yesterday<br />And we thanked the Lord for all His blessings, We thanked Him for this very day<br />And He was there to guide and keep us, And it seems like only yesterday<br /><br />Peeking under the covers, Wanting us to come and play<br />The little girls have grown to women, And it seems like only yesterday<br />And we thanked the Lord for all His mercy, We thanked Him for this very day<br />And He was there to guide and keep us, And it seems like only yesterday<br /><br />We held the hand of our dear mothers, when there was nothing left to say<br />And we let them go to Glory, And it seems like only yesterday<br /><br />For fifty years I’ve said I love you, For fifty more I’m here to stay<br />Or for as long as God will grant us, It’ll seem like only yesterday<br />And we’ll thank the Lord for all His blessings, We’ll thank Him for this very day<br />And He’ll be there to guide and keep us, It’ll seem like only yesterday<br /><br />Yes we’ll thank the Lord for all His mercy, We’ll thank Him for this very day<br />And He’ll be there to guide and keep us, It’ll seem like only yesterday<br /><br />Sparkman 50th Wedding Anniversary April 24, 2009John Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1153191591330736152006-07-17T19:59:00.000-07:002006-07-17T20:03:38.103-07:00The Time Has ComeWhile working in New Jersey, a good friend's son was about to leave home after High School. I wrote this as a tribute to him and to that time of transition between boyhood and manhood.<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P6769c88f6a20b637d4758b21a8ad2bd3YFt9QFREYmF0&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br/><a rel="enclosure" href="http://www.hipcast.com/export/P6769c88f6a20b637d4758b21a8ad2bd3YFt9QFREYmF0.mp3">MP3 File</a><br /><br />The Time Has Come<br /><br />The time has come, the time’s at hand,<br />Think I’m about to become a man.<br />The waiting’s gone, the waiting’s done,<br />It’ll be some time before I come back home.<br /><br />Oh Mommy, Oh Daddy, Please don’t worry about your son<br />Oh sisters, Oh family, I feel like my life’s just begun<br /><br />I’m all alone, I’m almost grown,<br />I’m ready to go off on my own.<br />I’ve done my best, I’ve flown the nest,<br />I’m ready to put myself to the test.<br /><br />Oh Mommy, Oh Daddy, Please don’t worry I’ll be OK<br />Oh sisters, Oh family, this is the start of a brand new day.<br /><br />You taught me well, of heaven and hell,<br />You taught me how to read and how to spell.<br />That God the Son, is the only one<br />Who can save men from the deeds they’ve done.<br /><br />Oh Mommy, Oh Daddy, you taught me everything that’s good<br />Oh sisters, Oh family, I‘ll try my best to do what I should.<br /><br />The time has come, the time’s at hand,<br />Think I’m about to become a man.....John Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1153191133645544882006-07-17T19:52:00.000-07:002006-07-17T19:55:44.566-07:00On The CalcasieuI wrote this during the courtship of my beautiful wife Tracy. She was living north of Lake Charles, LA in a town called Moss Bluff. When I reached the Calcasieu river I knew I was almost there...<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P1c0432c26f5e060f324779af217c1f38YFt9QFREYmF2&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br/><a rel="enclosure" href="http://www.hipcast.com/export/P1c0432c26f5e060f324779af217c1f38YFt9QFREYmF2.mp3">MP3 File</a><br /><br />On the Calcasieu<br /><br />Traveling man that’s what I am, back out on the road again<br />Gotta keep traveling that’s what I’ll do<br /><br />I’ve been on the road for more than a day and I don’t have a lot to say<br />Gotta keep traveling that’s what I’ll do till the Calcasieu<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Well the Calcasieu is broad and blue and I don’t know what I’m going to do,<br />‘Cause I am so in love with you.<br />And it’s hard to get to sleep at night when you’re not there to hold me tight,<br />Gotta keep travlin that’s what I’ll do till the Calcasieu<br /><br />Many miles to go and it sure seem slow, but this old car knows the way to go<br />Gotta keep traveling till I’m with you, on the Calcasieu<br /><br />Been gone too long and something’s wrong, better keep that radio on<br />Gotta keep traveling that’s what I’ll do, till the Calcasieu<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />When I’m feeling low and when I’m feeling blue all I gotta do is think about you<br />Gotta keep travlin that’s what I’ll do<br /><br />When you’re in my arms and I hold you close, you give me all your love when I need it the most<br />Gotta keep traveling till I’m with you on the Calcasieu<br /><br />Chorus:John Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1153190706338195442006-07-17T19:45:00.000-07:002006-07-17T19:47:50.090-07:00The Pigeon and The DoveFor Robyn<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P1faf94d48a5b5b1cf1a10260025f07d8YFt9QFREYmF3&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br/><a rel="enclosure" href="http://www.hipcast.com/export/P1faf94d48a5b5b1cf1a10260025f07d8YFt9QFREYmF3.mp3">MP3 File</a><br /><br />The Pigeon and the Dove<br /><br />Well come here all you people, who think that you know love,<br />And listen to the story of the Pigeon and the Dove<br />And hear the tale of how they filled each other’s lives<br />And how they vowed to stay together until the day they died.<br /><br />Now every body knew the Pigeon’s wings were broad and strong<br />And when it came to flying he would always go along<br />He couldn’t get his feet to stay on the ground for a very long time<br />He was young and free and running on a clock of borrowed time<br /><br />But even though his free life seemed to be the thing to have<br />He needed someone there to share the good times and the bad<br />‘Cause flying high can satisfy but only if there’s two<br />To share the evening sky and the early morning dew<br /><br />Well one day the Pigeon met a snow-white mourning dove<br />And he knew that this lone beauty was a gift sent from above<br />But he couldn’t give up flying over every field and town<br />No he couldn’t get his feet to stay on the ground.<br /><br />Now the Pigeon and the Dove were together for a while<br />And they learned that love ain’t easy – it’s more than just a smile<br />But circumstance and situations left them each alone<br />But they knew that in their hearts there was something left undone.<br /><br />Well one day the Dove called the Pigeon to her nest<br />And the Pigeon went to see the Dove and I guess you know the rest<br />Oh the Pigeon’s heart was filled with love so tender and so sweet,<br />For the snow-white dove and the baby at her feet.<br /><br />So come here all you people who think that you know love<br />And listen to the story of the Pigeon and the Dove.<br />And realize there is no greater form of love on earth<br />Than for a child of love from the moment of it’s birth.John Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1153189198457947172006-07-17T19:19:00.000-07:002006-07-17T19:31:03.036-07:00Rise From The RubbleWritten after the September 11 tragedy<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P454c7835c032147c5b5d61e1ff3d1a13YFt9QFREYmJ3&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br/><a rel="enclosure" href="http://www.hipcast.com/export/P454c7835c032147c5b5d61e1ff3d1a13YFt9QFREYmJ3.mp3">MP3 File</a><br /><br />RISE FROM THE RUBBLE<br />Original words and music by John Batchelder<br />12/7/2001<br /><br />When they left the house that morning, going out to face the day<br />Most did not consider what a price they'd have to pay<br />Now their picture's on the sidewalk and our tears fall down like rain<br />But they'll rise from the rubble once again<br /><br />Yes they'll rise from the rubble and their spirit will remain<br />And they'll never be forgotten not their faces not their names<br />In this time of trouble, and in the depth of pain<br />They will rise from the rubble once again<br /><br />Do you recognize a hero, how different can they be<br />Those who rush to save another in a time of tragedy<br />Well no greater gift is given than a life unselfishly<br />But they'll rise from the rubble wait and see<br /><br />Yes they'll rise from the rubble and their spirit we can see<br />In the love expressed by those who give it all for you and me<br />As they labor and they struggle for all the world to see<br />They will rise from the rubble wait and see<br /><br />Going off to fight the battle so that freedom won't be lost<br />Like so many have before them can we ever count the cost<br />But like those that raise Old Glory and like those who join to sing<br />We will rise from the rubble once again<br /><br />Yes we'll rise from the rubble and our spirit will remain<br />We'll defend our precious freedom from those who've brought us pain<br />We will rise from the rubble standing hand in hand<br />We will rise from the rubble once again<br /><br />Yes we'll rise from the rubble and our spirit will remain<br />We'll defend our precious freedom from those who've brought us pain<br />We will rise from the rubble standing hand in hand<br />We will rise from the rubble - we'll rise from the rubble<br />We will rise from the rubble once again<br /><br />Here is a <a href="http://people.consolidated.net/kestrel/"><strong>link</strong> </a>to the original site with some pictures.John Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137898308614219552006-01-21T18:51:00.000-08:002006-01-21T19:02:08.833-08:00Tuesday AfternoonA song about my daughter's wedding and the day she left home a new life.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P095de67df4d045d5745d88d25a51c45bYFt9QFREYmN9&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scroll="no" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/P095de67df4d045d5745d88d25a51c45bYFt9QFREYmN9.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a><br /><br />Tuesday Afternoon<br />9/7/03<br /><br />Everything was finally ready, for that happy day in June<br />My little girl is getting married, I would have a new son soon<br />Oh she sure picked a good man, and their love is in full bloom<br />Though the day they wed was special, so was Tuesday afternoon<br /><br />Yes I walked her down the aisle, saw the congregation stand<br />Lifted veil and kissed my daughter, then I gently joined their hands<br />Went and sat down with her mother, and we heard them say “I do”<br />Didn’t know what waited for me, later Tuesday afternoon<br /><br />It’s so hard to miss the blessing, of a union sealed with love<br />When two people join together, before Heaven up above<br />Oh it makes a father happy, though it happens way too soon<br />Then before you even know it, comes that Tuesday afternoon<br /><br />Kiss the bride and kiss your mother, change your clothes let down your hair<br />Cut the cake throw the bouquet, flower petals in the air<br />Cans and ribbons tell the story, leaving on your honeymoon <br />And we’ll see you Monday evening, before Tuesday afternoon<br /><br />I saw a picture of a woman, as she looked across the room<br />When she caught his eye and smiled, knowing he had hung the moon <br />We watched them drive away together, thinking they would be home soon<br />Then we asked the Lord to keep them, on that Tuesday afternoon<br /><br />I’ll remember pretty flowers and candles lit around the room<br />I’ll recall the wedding party, the rings, the prayers, the songs the tunes,<br />And those vows said to each other, blushing bride and hansom groom<br />But I’ll treasure most forever thoughts of Tuesday afternoonJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137898176229059972006-01-21T18:49:00.001-08:002006-01-21T18:53:39.126-08:00Give a Little Back1996 United Way Campaign Song<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=Pc5d2f42798f545c0a481aabeaca395dcYFt9QFREYmNw&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scroll="no" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/Pc5d2f42798f545c0a481aabeaca395dcYFt9QFREYmNw.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a><br /><br />Give a Little Back <br /><br />“They just don’t make them like they used to”,<br />he said as the big screen TV went on the blink.<br />And the new car prices in the paper give him heartburn<br />“I guess that fishing boat will have to wait”...<br /><br />But on the other side of town she’s turning eighty.<br />And no one will be there to celebrate.<br />She’d better get down her extra blanket,<br />Cause the heat don’t run when the government check is late.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />So give a little time, give a little dough,<br />Give it to someone that you don’t even know.<br />Try to do your part, do it from the heart,<br />Lend a helping hand to your fellow man.<br /><br />Freezer full of food and nothing ready to cook,<br />Its such a hassle to get up from your book.<br />Order out a pizza and a bottle of Coke,<br />trash the leftovers without even a look.<br /><br />But on the other side of town the kids are hungry,<br />Their dad’s spent all the money on cheap booze.<br />They’ll have to wait for free school lunch on Monday,<br />They didn’t ask to be neglected and abused.<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />There was one who lived a long time ago <br />who said helping others is the best way to go.<br />He said it was better to give than to get back,<br />And if you’d follow Him that He would keep you on track.<br /><br />He said when we help those in need around us,<br />It was like we were taking care of Him instead.<br />We need to remember where all the good things come from,<br />Cause one day it could be us on the other end.<br /><br />ChorusJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137898170131947962006-01-21T18:49:00.000-08:002006-01-21T18:59:32.533-08:00The Rest of Your Life (for Bekhy)A Song For Bekhy 2003<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P9c1d72c4407d250ad964115096a76d33YFt9QFREYmNy&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scroll="no" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/P9c1d72c4407d250ad964115096a76d33YFt9QFREYmNy.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a><br /><br />The Rest Of Your Life (for Bekhy)<br /><br />How would you live out the rest of your life<br />If you found out tomorrow was gone<br />If your time here with others so loved and so dear<br />Would be shorter than you had planned on<br />Would you live for the moment, enjoying each day<br />And cherish the time that remains<br />Would you spend time together in laughter and joy<br />Being thankful in spite of the rain<br /><br />How would you spend the remainder of days<br />Would you look for a new song to sing<br />Would you offer forgiveness and blessings to all<br />Would you long for the peace it can bring<br />Would you try to help others in need of a hand<br />As you spend the remainder of days<br />Would your father your mother your husband or wife<br />Recognize the true meaning of praise<br /><br />Would you turn to the Master accepting His grace<br />Would you give up your passion and pride<br />Would you call on no other seek only His will<br />Would the Savior be close by your side<br />Would you share Him with others spend more time in prayer<br />Would you strive for His plan to be known<br />Would the love of the Father, the Spirit, the Son <br />Yield the fruit of the seed that was sown<br /><br />So how will you use up the rest of your life<br />You are given to spend here below<br />We’re all on a journey the length is unclear<br />And the time we have left we don’t know<br />Some days will be many and others are few<br />We can never be sure just how long<br />So how will you live out the rest of your life<br />If you find out tomorrow is goneJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137898085454438552006-01-21T18:48:00.000-08:002006-01-21T18:55:20.616-08:00Give Hope2003 United Way Theme Song<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=Pffa2637feba9acfb875eee3033dc73deYFt9QFREYmNz&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scroll="no" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/Pffa2637feba9acfb875eee3033dc73deYFt9QFREYmNz.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a><br /><br />Give Hope <br /><br />When everybody just stops and stares<br />When nobody seems to care<br />When the load is too much to bear<br />Give Hope<br /><br />When there’s no shoulder on which to cry<br />And there’s nothing but clouds in the sky<br />When you don’t know how you’ll get by<br />Give Hope<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Give Hope to those in trouble<br />Give Hope to those in need<br />Give Hope to those around you<br />Plant Hope just like a seed<br />And though change is sometimes slow<br />When the seed begins to grow<br />You’ll see a smile and you will know<br />Give Hope<br /><br />When there’s fear and loneliness<br />And you never can stop to rest<br />When from all sides you’re feeling pressed<br />Give Hope<br /><br />And when there’s nothing but pain all around<br />And your look is a permanent frown<br />When your world comes crashing down<br />Give Hope<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />So reach out a helping hand<br />Spread some joy across this land<br />Try to lift up your fellow man<br />Give Hope<br /><br />ChorusJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137897190033613002006-01-21T18:33:00.000-08:002006-01-21T18:32:36.376-08:00Gypsy BlueGarage Band Tune by DJ Wooly Bugger<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P1e65a0a8b0358b216b5a084298f59f97YFt9QFREYmJ1&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scroll="no" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/P1e65a0a8b0358b216b5a084298f59f97YFt9QFREYmJ1.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a>John Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137897092797897732006-01-21T18:31:00.000-08:002006-01-21T18:31:45.453-08:00Lasertag TechnoFirst Garageband Tune by DJ Wooly Bugger<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P997422c4d28ad417df81e0e940be8080YFt9QFREYmN8&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" height="20" width="246" frameborder="0" scroll="no" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/P997422c4d28ad417df81e0e940be8080YFt9QFREYmN8.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a>John Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137511980645223542006-01-17T07:33:00.000-08:002006-01-17T07:43:35.593-08:00My Wife My Daughter and My SonThis song was written on a napkin at the Holiday Inn Express in Brownwood Texas this summer while picking my up my son from band camp.<br /><br />It tells what is most important to me.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P35b5252b4fd1fa1b89ba98b45d76bd40YFt9QFREYmN0&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20" scroll="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/P35b5252b4fd1fa1b89ba98b45d76bd40YFt9QFREYmN0.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a><br /><br /><strong>My Wife My daughter and My Son<br /></strong><br />What gets you up each morning<br />Before the rising of the sun<br />When all the rest are sleeping<br />And the day has just begun<br /><br />You can’t delay in getting ready<br />A quick goodbye – I’ve got to run<br />What makes me want to go each morning<br />My wife, my daughter and my son<br /><br />Some days you wonder why you go<br />Is it for money wealth or fame<br />Are you trying to work some angle<br />Are you caught up in the game<br /><br />No it’s not for fame or glory<br />that you stay till things are done<br />It’s because you love your family<br />Your wife your daughter and your son<br /><br />Am I looking to tomorrow<br />Just too busy for today<br />Can I count the many hours<br />I’ve watched quickly slip away<br />Chasing big important moments<br />Missing out on all the fun<br />Time I never can replace<br />With wife and daughter and my son<br /><br />So you ask me why I do it<br />Why I’m always on the run<br />Why I seem to do things different<br />Why I’m never really done<br />And I’ll tell you there are reasons<br />But it all comes down to one<br />It’s just for the love of family<br />My wife my daughter and my son.<br /><br />6/24/05 Holiday Inn, Brownwood TXJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137511976365906852006-01-17T07:32:00.001-08:002006-01-17T08:18:43.660-08:00Little BabiesI wrote on a Southwest Airlines flight from Houston to Salt Lake City.<br /><br />It is written about a project my wife is a part of that knits and sews for premature babies.<br /><br />The Preemie Project!<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P3dfebad903e4c802daa76f3d1f74cd1dYFt9QFREYmN2&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20" scroll="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/P3dfebad903e4c802daa76f3d1f74cd1dYFt9QFREYmN2.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a><br /><br /><strong>Little Babies</strong><br /><br />I came a little early into this world<br />I came before they were ready<br />Who could make me a hat so small<br />Or knit for me a little teddy<br /><br />Chorus<br />Well they come from near and they come from far<br />They’re a blessed group of ladies<br />They spread their love all around the land<br />And they work for the little babies<br />They work for the little babies<br /><br />I need a tiny blanket for to keep me warm<br />One that’s made just for me<br />Some tiny little booties for my tiny little toes<br />With a tiny little ribbon you see<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />One tiny baby didn’t stay here long<br />He was in a hurry to go<br />He got dressed up in a tiny little gown<br />And he is with the angels I know<br />Yes he is with the angels I know<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />God bless Moms and God bless Dads<br />And God bless the tiny babies<br />God bless the ladies all around the land<br />As they knit for the little babies<br />As they sew for the little babies<br /><br />Written on Southwest flight Monday, October 17, 2005John Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137511936746095992006-01-17T07:32:00.000-08:002006-01-17T08:03:04.176-08:00I Am AmazedThis song is self explanatory.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=Pa2e6e0e518cf8af1627cdc47add71b8bYFt9QFREYmN3&buffer=5&fc=CCFF33&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20" scroll="no"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.audioblog.com/export/Pa2e6e0e518cf8af1627cdc47add71b8bYFt9QFREYmN3.mp3" rel="enclosure">MP3 File</a><br /><br /><strong>I Am Amazed</strong><br /><br />I am amazed that You still want me after all I’ve said and done<br />And I am amazed that You still love me like a Father loves a son<br /><br />You gave me breath and the will to wander through the path of life I choose<br />You gave me strength to stand or falter to be a winner or to lose<br /><br />I am amazed that You’re there for me even in my darkest hour<br />You are my rock You are my shelter You’re the source of light and power<br /><br />And I am amazed that You still want me after all I’ve said and done<br />And I am amazed that You still love me like a Father loves a son<br /><br />You’re always there when I rise each morning; You’re there when I close my eyes<br />You are my rock and my forgiver from here to Paradise<br /><br />I am amazed that You’re there for me even in my darkest hour<br />You are my rock You are my shelter You’re the source of light and power<br /><br />I am amazed that You still want me after all I’ve said and done<br />And I am amazed that You still love me like a Father loves a sonJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099833.post-1137511091098392562006-01-17T07:15:00.000-08:002006-01-17T07:48:11.933-08:00From my Living Room to YoursI've wanted to do this for some time now.<br /><br />You know, get my songs out for others to hear.<br /><br />Well I'll be using Audioblog to post new (and old) sings I have recorded with a link for downloading. <br /><br />If you just want to listen, click the play button on the embedded player and the audio will begin immediately.<br /><br />If you click on the MP3 link, the song will be downloaded to your computer and played on your default music player. If you right-click on it you can save it to your hard drive.<br /><br />The downloaded file can also be burned to a CD and played in your car or home stereo just like any other music CD.<br /><br />Stand By for tunesJohn Batchelderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16545091324870002855noreply@blogger.com0