Author Archives: Carolyn Snowden

verse 1Up on a hill and on display…your body hung there, so broken,a rescue mission on its way verse 2 As hours passed, and your lungs gasped,Believers just watched and wept.A blameless man, who came to die,A plan their hearts could not accept. ChorusBut, Jesus,  YOU!!!!….Saw it through!!!!The king of kings,on earth diminished.The gift ofContinue reading ““It Is Finished””

Lyrics by cc Snowden Written for my nephew and the UA class of 2026!

Dear Lord,I am in this world…..Where everything feels upside down.Nothing feels safe,and there is so much hate,and the truth feels like it can’t be found. Dear Lord,I am in this place……Where I feel like I have no control.There is so much change,and relationships feel strange,The broken pieces of me want to feel whole. chorus ButContinue reading “Dear Lord”

verse 1What a magical time it was to be alive,What a journey it all has been. And what a blessing it isThat this aging brain,Still remembers how it was back then. chorus Back then……We were super heroes in homemade capesWe were gymnasts on the monkey bars,We were “The Jetsons” sliding down those slides, On aContinue reading “Back Then”

Lyrics by cc Snowden Vocals and music by Songer.

Lyrics by c c Snowden She fell madly in love …. when she was just two……..with the family dog, together, up they grew, Her first big love affair ….where she fell hard and fast,She was Juliette and her Romeo was cast! chorus A girl and her dog —like peanut butter and jelly,A classic combinationto satisfyContinue reading “A Girl and Her Dog 🐶🐾”

verse 1We are shackled up in headlines,We are prisoners of the posts.With the addiction to the outrage,Our nation’s “good ole days” are ghosts. verse 2We no longer recognize our neighbors,Now all we see are party lines.How did we get here in this era,Where politics so much defines? chorus I’m escaping in the music,And putting onContinue reading “Escaping in the Music”

verse 1Some people read….to relax.Or put on Golf…..when they nap.Some listen to music….that’s playing soft and low. verse 2I watch reruns….of a man,with a paint brush….in his hand,When I need peace….I turn on the Bob Ross Show. chorusHe’ll paint a happy little cloud,And any color is allowed,His soothing voicecan almost hypnotize.He’ll mix a clump ofContinue reading “Bob Ross”