Heaven's Crush: EP
It was the summer of 2012 when we started the Heaven’s Crush recording.
On a hot day in July, my family, friends, and I drove to Threshing Floor Studios in Lincolnton NC to record one song. And the journey began.
From then till now there have been knocks and thrills, as old and new friends, and family, added depth and beauty to the melodic journey. I want to thank everyone who gave in any capacity to help make this album a reality! I truly am blessed!
Below is the video that captured that first muggy hot July afternoon with friends and family as I recorded for the first time in 8 years what would become the title song.
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Jason Clark is a writer, speaker, singer/songwriter 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. Website: www.afamilystory.org
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