In January 2016 we received word that my father had a terminal illness. His consultant kept speaking death over him and I saw my faith-filled dad become fearful and withdrawn.

I saw him lose sight temporarily of the hope that all who believe in Jesus have: death is not the end!  So on a night when I was acutely aware of this I sat in my studio and I poured out my heart before God, my fingers feeling every nuance of the keys and my heart putting into my words as much faith and hope as I could muster for my dad.

My father passed away in October of that year, but not before he had recovered his hope. It was my great honour to worship with him the day that he passed from this earth and on into the truth that Jesus is with us always.