Here's an acoustic version of Continents - The title track for my upcoming EP! As I've gotten older, (slightly heavier), and more settled in my ways, I find myself resisting change. But it's been evident in recent events that change is just another tool that God uses to shape us. That's the thought and heart behind my up coming EP! It'll be released on September 22nd, 2020 (first day of Fall).

I told my son that he could never run from the love of God. Being human, he tried. Often I find myself reacting in the same way - especially when His love manifests itself in the form of discipline. . Hebvrews 12:7 states “Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as his children. For what children are not disciplined by their father?” God’s love for us necessitates chastisement. It is with this in mind that I wrote this song. . I often imagine God responding to me and all my shortcomings similar (but perfect) to the way I react to my son. One of the greatest experiences I’ve had in my life, was the first time I felt that fierce, unwavering love for my children, and how God’s love for me was fiercer, stronger, and more consistent.

It's our 7th anniversary today! I met Steff a good decade ago and we started our intercultural relationship soon after. For those who've met us know that I rely heavily on Steff for sanity and support. I couldn't ask for a better wife. Most of my life, I've felt apologetic about how much time I spent on music. But Steff has encouraged and pushed me to be a musician. Some may feel marriage life puts a stopper on their dreams. But in my case, Steff has enabled me to realize them. I'm proud to say, that thanks to her, my fifteen year old self would be proud of me. I had a different song written for the occasion. But I'm getting it produced by someone else. So I wrote this (untitled) song and recorded it in one sitting. Everything was recorded using what I could find within arms reach.

Hello world. I have cancer. . It’s not an easy thing to hear or process. The very night I got the news, I lay awake at 4:30 in the morning, writing this song in bed. The next day I tried putting music to it but found myself crying as I finally came to terms with the journey I’ve got ahead. . It took me a while to start telling people of my condition. I wasn’t sure I would release this song at all. . I know that I’m held in the arms of God, no less than before the cancer. I know I’m not alone on this road. I also know I’ll need to hear this song before long to remind me of these things. . There are so many reasons to feel defeated and discouraged. But I am reminded time and again that I am a conqueror. My hope is found beyond my circumstances, regardless of how dire they may be. . As I release this video, I’ll have gone to surgery. All I ask is for a prayer after you watch the video. . I know it may be awhile before I’ll produce another song. But do subscribe to my channel! Because when I do start again, I hope to sing about the goodness of God that I’ll have further discovered on this journey.

I wrote this song as a broken parent. . I often say that I wept the day I became a dad. I was not only overwhelmed by the love I felt for my son, but also with the realization that God loved me in a similar (though infinitely greater) fashion. I learnt what it meant to be loved as a child of God. . But as the years went by, I began to realize how far I fell short as a father. I'm not a patient person. My son Kai is only 3 years old and I already see that I'm messing him up in ways I don't understand. . In spite of all the days I've been impatient, my hope is that when my sons are all grown up, they'll look back at this song and know that I love them more than the air in my lungs.

It's a wondrous thing that our salvation, a priceless gift we cannot hope to repay, has established us in the Kingdom of God. But from the moment we accept the course of sanctification, we enter a battle. . One that manifests itself as everyday life. There will be days, months, years, and even decades where we feel like we are losing. . But take heart. Regardless of how many blows we endure, how far we slide down this mountain, always remember - He has Won the Fight.

Today the world celebrates the abrupt shift in the trajectory of our salvation story. Before the first Easter, we were plunging deeper into hopeless darkness, embracing the normality of sin. But God surprised us when He chose to look upon us through the holes in His hands. Now we stand in triumph as we watch the darkness get dragged into day.

Isolation is a breeding ground for negative and self deprecating thoughts. I wrote this song just as a reminder of the very basics. For everyone wrestling and dealing with self doubt and insecurity, my desire is that you find the same hope and joy I've found.

I remember watching the video of the murder of George Floyd and being stunned to silence by the helplessness, not only of George, but also of the people around trying to stop the violence. My first thought was: how do I talk to my son about this? . That evening, I read the creation story to my son in the most descriptive way I knew how. He shares my fascination with the natural world. So it wasn't a surprise to watch him light up as I talked about mountains and animals. . I then told him that out of all creation, God's most beloved was us. I took that time to then tell him that there are some people who don't see others that way because of their skin color - as beings precious and worthy of love. My son's response was to do something about it (a few solutions included Superman and water guns). . I told him I didn't know what we could do. I felt as helpless as the people in the video. But after putting him to bed, I realized that that wasn't true. I know I should be resting after my surgery. But God, through my son, convicted me not to remain silent. That night, I wrote "What will it Take" as a response to the heinous nature of the crime that has rocked the nation. . It may not be much. But here's my contribution to a chorus of voices speaking out against racism.

May this tribute music video for my late friend, Uncle William, serve as an encouraging reminder that we have a hope beyond this life. . Keeper of Rooms was inspired in part by a poem written by a childhood friend who knew Uncle William, and in part by my personal experience with the man over the years. . The unassuming caretaker held the keys to all the rooms in Church. During a time of musical growth, he graciously opened doors for me to seek creative sanctuary in rooms otherwise closed to me. During long nights of recording, I would sneak out and talk with him. I got to know him through many of these nights. . William was diligent in his work, kind, and always reserved judgement (a quality I found to be rare). Though we never talked about music, his presence and concessions to let me use the rooms were encouraging. In ways we both did not know at the time, Uncle William was instrumental in my growth as an artist. . Uncle William, I wish I wrote something for you before you passed. Thank you for your life and the impact it has had on me. Even though you won't get to hear this (at least not with terrestrial ears), perhaps someone else who needs to might get to hear it for you. Keeper of Rooms

I discovered the importance of remembering who I am as a christian during this season of crisis. It's so easy for me to slip into a state of self-seeking behavior, forgetting my true identity. . We are God's answer to a suffering world. We are blessed, we are whole, and our cup overflows so that we may share with our neighbors in need. . I hope this song serves as a reminder to have the right response to grace.

During this time of limited activity, I find myself often questioning my standing with God. While the atrocity of my crimes may not bear weight in the eyes of many, we serve a perfect God - wholly unaccepting of the slightest tint of transgression. It is with relief that we are called to reflect on grace. For all, like the prodigal son, have gone astray and fallen short of the glory of God. Grace is the face of God, fixing His eye on the horizon, anticipating the moment our presence blemishes the landscape. I find solace in the fact that ittakes a single step in the right direction for God to run to me.

Good Friday is a day of anticipation. For a few days, the world held its breath, poised to either return to the darkness, or embrace the long foretold triumph of light. As we contemplate the beauty and vulgarity of God become a sacrificial lamb for mankind, remember that "this Friday is good, but there are better days yet."

I wrote this song for a friend of mine back home in Singapore. I'm about 15 years too late. But maybe it'll find its way to someone who needs it today.

I wrote this song in response to the beauty I found in the Italians who sang and worshipped out their windows during the Covid-19 pandemic in Italy. It was a simple gesture. This beauty extended on to social media as people sang out of their metaphorical windows through videos and live feeds. I believe part of our place as believers is to sing out of our windows to breathe light into a dark world. We are called to be the arms and feet of God "Right Where We are".

I wrote this song out of the realization that I had been attaching my identity to all the wrong places. I hope this song challenges you to reflect on your own identity and to find peace in who God made you to be.