When The Sun Disappears
This last November I drove to Virginia to hang out with the Crowder family and the whole Dreamhouse Church for the weekend.
On Monday, before driving the 7 hours home, Scott and I dreamed in a language close to our hearts. Sitting in his old church building, the little white chapel that has played host to many moments of Holy Spirit wonder, we pulled out our guitars. The second story nursery that overlooked the sanctuary had been transformed. Soundboard, keyboard, amps, guitars, mic’s – recording gear lay helter-skelter, an invitation to create.
It had been a while since I had really given myself to this art form. I was a little reluctant at first, wondering if this was even me anymore. Years of surrendering this passion had left me cautious and… hopeful. You see, music was once a haunting obsession, it defined me. I was a singer-songwriter like Jesus was the Son of God.
But that was many years ago. And there have been many surrenders to His perfect love from then to now; many discoveries of who my heavenly Father is and how He sees me.
One day, not that long before I found myself in Scott’s little church studio (which I think is a great name for a studio by the way), God reminded me that He has always seen me as a singer-songwriter. It was a wonderful thing to remember and a hopeful thing to believe.
Scott and I started with a melody I had written nearly ten years earlier, but soon the song took on new form. Scott presented a beat, this was a new one for me – no live drums. It worked! I grew less timid and surer. We sang mumbled melodies to each other. “That’s good!” I said, more than once.
Scott pushed record, an hour passed. A killer bass line was added, keys, and then guitar. “That’s good!” I said again, it was. I sang the lyrics, some nearly ten years old, some only 10 minutes. Then Scott tracked his vocals. Another hour passed and then another. I was immersed in a pastime filled with new promises.
“How much fun was that,” I thought on my drive home. I was surprised and satisfied.
In the days that followed, my world of husband, dad, and pastor expanded… singer-songwriter – old familiar clothes that fit like new.
Over the following weeks, Scott added his wonder to the song. I am blown away by how it turned out.
Thanks, Scott for being a catalyst friend. I have a feeling it won’t be the last time we pull out our guitars together.
I present to you “When The Sun Disappears”.
“But I tell you the truth, it is to your advantage that I go away; for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you; but if I go, I will send Him to you.” — John 16:7
“And it was about the sixth hour, and there was a darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour. And the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was rent in the midst.” — Luke 23:44-45
“And after He had said these things, He was lifted up while they were looking on, and a cloud received Him out of their sight. And as they were gazing intently into the sky while He was going, behold, two men in white clothing stood beside them. They also said, “Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking into the sky? This Jesus, who has been taken up from you into heaven, will come in just the same way as you have watched Him go into heaven. Then they returned to Jerusalem from the mount called Olivet, which is near Jerusalem, a Sabbath day’s journey away.” — Acts 1:9-12
“When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly there came from heaven a noise like a violent rushing wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. And there appeared to them tongues as of fire distributing themselves, and they rested on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit was giving them utterance.” — Acts 2:1-4
Honey know you can’t come this way
And I know it won’t be easy oh
Wait and see and please be patient
All creation’s groaning for it’s home
I’m your home
I’m your home
All of us here
Winter to spring
All of our seasons
And all of our dreams
All of our stories
The wonder of kings
All of our glory
When the sun disappears
I’m gonna go where I’ll know you’ll follow
I’ve sent a fire to burn inside your soul
to know your home
You’re gonna run with the Sons of Thunder
Taste and see the love of Father oh…
I see the night erased when the sun disappears
I see the kingdom come when the sun disappears
Whoa see the sun
whoa see the sun
Whoa see the sun
whoa see the sun
(voiceover) see burning Son
(falsetto) Higher, higher
(voiceover) I want to run with the burning ones…I want to run with the burning Son
See the Son
Lyrics & Music by Clark / Crowder.
Jason Clark: vocals, acoustic guitar
Scott Crowder: vocals, electric guitars, bass, keys & programming
Recorded at DreamHouse studio
Mixed by Crowder
Jason Clark is a writer, speaker and lead communicator at A Family Story ministries. His mission is to encourage sons and daughters to grow sure in the love of an always-good heavenly Father. He and his wife, Karen, live in North Carolina with their three children.
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