Pain Beyond Your Prayers



Being a military wife for over 20 years, I have seen the grief of families waiting for their fallen soldier’s body to arrive at Andrew Air Force Base, Maryland. But the saddest faces were those of the lonely mother! I grieved for one mother I saw standing alone with her soaked handkerchief covering her mouth. Between her sobs, she related to me the story of her only, red-haired boy named Jake. She said to me, “I prayed for him every day of his life, especially during the war. But now my pain is way beyond how I know to pray!”

In such moments, we are broken to collapse in tears of complete surrender. Jesus always comes and helps us and guides us through our heartbreak, one tear at a time!

Lyrics by Carolana Callaway
Music by PJ Steelman

Verse 1
Molly’s such a sweet girl, about to turn sixteen,
Full-time job afterschool, so a party’s just a dream.
Honor roll student, but now school have to wait
Just one night of love and a baby’s on the way.

In the midnight hour of her heart’s nightmare,
Jesus whispers in her ear.
These same hands that made you,
Will get you through this too.

I'm holding a bottle to catch your every tear
Cause that’s how much I care,
When you've got pain,
Pain beyond your prayers.

Verse 2
Diapers changes; baseball games; and his first prom date,
Molly learned to love that red haired boy named Jake
He dreamed being a soldier, he feels the army calling his name
Roasting July sky; she cried; as the bus drove him away.


Verse 3
She worries every day about that war there in the sand.
Why Jake had to go, she just can’t understand.
Then grim-face soldiers at the door, bring her the dreaded news.
Hugs his tear stained flag and can't believe it's really true!

Chorus (Repeat last line with fade)

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God is Everywhere


Children need every family member to tell them about God.

I was always the kid who misbehaved in church. I could always look forward to my Sunday punishment for making noise in the church services. But the truth was I just didn’t understand all the church words the preacher seemed to just stream out of his mouth. I was so confused! If God is everywhere, then where is everywhere?

One day my grandmother sensed my confusion. She pulled be aside and explained that God was everywhere that I could see. All I had to do was ask and I would see Him.  Even when I am bad, I can ask and He will come to help me do better. He was everywhere!

Over the years I have lived in fourteen countries spanning four different continents.  Guess what. Granny was right! God is Everywhere.

Lyrics by Carolana Callaway
Music by Mark Cawley

Verse 1
Young Johnny squirms on a back row pew,
Ain’t no prank that ‘lil devil won’t do.
Words screamed out by the preacher man,
Johnny's tender mind don't understand.
Preacher yells, "God is everywhere!"
Johnny shouts, "Where is everywhere?"

Verse 2
Granny glares hard from up in the choir,
Lips tucked tight with her eyes on fire.
Old Granny's gettin' weak and kind of frail,
But she can still jerk a knot in Johnny's tail.
Granny scolds, "God is everywhere!"
Johnny cries, "Where is everywhere?"

God is everywhere, (right here, right now).
God is everywhere, (right here, right now).
He's in every word we say,
When we bow our heads and pray. 
God is everywhere, (right here, right now).
God is everywhere, (right here, right now).

Tag A
Just as long as you believe,
God is everywhere!

Verse 3
Years have passed sense Granny’s church-step speech.
Her gravesite’s loved by the people she reached.
Johnny goes by on graduation day,
Needs her words to help him find his way.
Tombstone reads, “God is everywhere.”
He begs to know, “Where is everywhere?”

Repeat Chorus with Tag A

Verse 4
Preacher Johnny wipes up the back row pew,
For his little church ain’t a thing he won’t do.
He feeds the poor and cares for the old,
Town folks say he’s gotta heart of gold.

Tag B
Johnny knows, “Where is everywhere?”
For he’s found, “God is everywhere!”

Blessed by the Master's Hands


This was my very first completed song. And like a first-born child, it will always be special to me.

In 2007,, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that would leave my white blood count in a constant struggle to survive. Not having enough white blood cells made it difficult to even breath correctly. Each tiny cell was so mighty to the well being of my health. Although each cell was so tiny it couldn’t be seen to the naked eye, I knew it had the power to save my life.

The same is true when we give God permission to use our tiny efforts. He makes our tiny efforts to become mighty actions when we are “Blessed by the Master’s Hands.”

Lyrics by Carolana Callaway
Music by Gary McEwen

Story Verse
Jesus told His disciples to feed the multitudes.
They cried, "Lord, we can't do it," with their doubting attitudes.
A young boy placed his fish and loaves of bread,
Into the hands of Jesus and the multitudes were fed.

Tiny can be mighty,
When blessed by the Master's hands.
All things are multiplied,
From His hands we are supplied.
Little really matters, though we can't understand.
Tiny can be mighty,
When blessed by the Master's hands.

Application Verse
When the Lord whispers in your heart, "Here’s a job for you to do."
You may feel doubts and fears in what He's calling you.
You can place all your ability,
Into the hands of Jesus and surely you will see.

Repeat Chorus 

When you plead, "Lord, I'm not able!”
Trust His hands to hold you stable.

Repeat Chorus 

Echo Tag
Tiny can be mighty, When blessed by the Master’s hands. 

Wild Seeds


This song was the first song I began, after the move to my secluded cabin. It was a type of freedom song.

One day a wise lady gave me a bottle of wild seeds. She told me to save the wild seeds to be planted wherever my heart found freedom—its home. No matter where my heart wondered, she said, it would find a home where my wild seeds would be safe. She told me to gather wild seeds all along my life trails, because my wild seeds hold those special dreams that only I can dream, and those dreams are what make me unique.

Now in my fifties, I realize that my wild seeds are what make my life interesting. Without a few lived dreams here and there, my life can be come very boring and routine.

To live our lives to their fullest, we have to take care of our dreams that live inside our—Wild Seeds.

Lyrics by Carolana Callaway
Music by Bob Britt

Verse 1
Walkin’ down the road from the field to her home,
Sally claimed a tiny world all her own.
Hand full of seeds, pick ‘em on a trail,
Slip ‘em in her pocket as the daylight failed.
Half-passed moonlight, and away she’d go,
Down to the place where the wild seeds grow.

Verse 2
A young-girl sittin’ at The Ole Town Bar,
Cowboy singin’ like a Nashville star.
Fell hard, fell fast n’ ‘fore too long,
Two souls melted into one love song.
Half-passed moonlight, and away they’d go,
Down to the place where their wild seeds grow.

Wild seeds
Strong as they have to be
Beauty in a wild country
Even if nobody sees
Every little seeds a dream

Wild seeds
'Little tougher than the rest
Have to be to be the best
Growing straight and tall and true
Oh what a little wild seed can do

Verse 3
Combustible love goes up in flames,
The baby starts kickin’ Sally feels no shame.
Simple, white dress, she’s a good man’s wife,
Sweet, little family for the rest of her life.
Half-passed moonlight, and away she’d go,
Down to place where her wild seeds grow.

Repeat Chorus

Verse 4
Was just seventeen when Grandma Sally died,
She left me a card, with a note inside.
‘Said be strong and brave, keep your heart true,
'Cause your the only one God made like you.
In the garden of life gonna find 'ya some weeds,
Save a little room for your own wild seeds.

Repeat Chorus