By Skye Shae Bonati April 12, 2013 Humility, that wide-eyed child once stood next to the fountain on Cantos Plaza A yellow tipped man hung his bow there -- drew it across the symphony he played in his heart -- if only he’d known All around him sun’s rays shone through dusty streets, finding every shadow and giving chase The plaza dripped with honey and bread fell from the sky, but the bow drew back and forth. The conductor tapped his s

By Skye Shae Bonati February 24, 2019 Verse 1 When I step up on this stage, don't see anything but trees Genesis and heaven and the one in the middle that saved me This silly raised up platform's only built from some old wood And I'm nothing without Jesus' yeah, I'm nothing if it weren't for God PreChorus Because an actor can win their Oscar and drive around in gold But we couldn’t play our part if Jesus’ story wasn’t told Tho it might not have been the finest oak

by Skye Shae Bonati April 12, 2025 You will take care of me: As a song in your hand, Cup your fingers to stave What my enemy’s planned; I’ll sing your harmony. And if you let me go, I’ll fling notes ‘pon the sky! With father’s keen vision Train a bow as I fly; Bury arrow in foe. However, if pleasure You gain more on ground, I’ll let molt these pinions And carol earthbound— Still there I’m your treasure. And when our communion Is had better by loss, Lead me up the dark road