I was on a small, two-prop commuter airplane, flying somewhere between the northwest coast of the US and Utah, when I remembered the beginnings of a little melody I had written down sometime earlier. I retrieved a torn sheet of paper out of my carry-on bag that had the notes of this little tune on it. I started to hum it under the din of the spinning propellers. As I did, it began to swell in my mind and heart. I reached back into my bag and got a pen and a blank piece of paper, and began writing down the growing music so I wouldn’t forget it. And as I did, even more of it came, with chord structure filling it out underneath…
Alleluia means, “praise ye the Lord.” I love the word alleluia and think of everything created praising God by its existence.