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I was raised in Thatcher, Utah, a small town west of Tremonton on the north end of the state. Home is where I enjoy being the most. If I leave, it is usually for something very important. To relax or to waste a few minutes, I gravitate to my piano. My favorite thing to do is to turn out the lights when I'm alone and play to my heart's content. This is one way I find ideas for music. Another place where I've gotten more than a few ideas is when I've been exercising, whether it's walking the trails of Alpine, or riding my road bike. I think about my life and the issues of the day while walking, and those moments frequently end with music rattling through my head. I have a husband, five children and fourteen grandchildren - all of whom are the light of my life. I'd rather be with any one of them than just about anything. However, I do enjoy my solitude, which is probably why the hobby of writing music has been so appealing to me. My mother was my music teacher until she said I had outgrown her. I then took from a wonderful lady who helped shape me. Oh how I would love to have a sit-down visit with her. She probably knows me better than anyone, as she was there as I was in the process of becoming. I've been blessed with a husband who is the wind beneath my wings. He's made every possible sacrifice to encourage my music - whether just enjoying playing or writing. Were it not for his support, there is no way I could take it to the level where I can share it. The music on this site is music from my heart over the past 38+ years. It has been my solace through hard times and my joy through the good times. Much of it was "unsolicited" by me; it just came. Some of it has come through assignments or good people trusting me with their lyrics. All of it has been a miracle in my own eyes, as it was not something for which I was trained. My fingers somehow knew how to produce what was rattling through my head and by brute force it has found its way to paper. I hope you will enjoy it and let me know how you are using it. My website has much of what is here plus a lot of songs that do not fall into the "Sacred Music" genre. Feel free to visit it. I love suggestions and comments!
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If you sing/use this song, please contact the composer and say thank you to Connie Stauffer!
See more from Connie Stauffer.
Visit composer's personal website.
No user ratings for this song yet. Leave yours by clicking the button above!
More about Connie Stauffer:
I was raised in Thatcher, Utah, a small town west of Tremonton on the north end of the state. Home is where I enjoy being the most. If I leave, it is usually for something very important. To relax or to waste a few minutes, I gravitate to my piano. My favorite thing to do is to turn out the lights when I'm alone and play to my heart's content. This is one way I find ideas for music. Another place where I've gotten more than a few ideas is when I've been exercising, whether it's walking the trails of Alpine, or riding my road bike. I think about my life and the issues of the day while walking, and those moments frequently end with music rattling through my head. I have a husband, five children and fourteen grandchildren - all of whom are the light of my life. I'd rather be with any one of them than just about anything. However, I do enjoy my solitude, which is probably why the hobby of writing music has been so appealing to me. My mother was my music teacher until she said I had outgrown her. I then took from a wonderful lady who helped shape me. Oh how I would love to have a sit-down visit with her. She probably knows me better than anyone, as she was there as I was in the process of becoming. I've been blessed with a husband who is the wind beneath my wings. He's made every possible sacrifice to encourage my music - whether just enjoying playing or writing. Were it not for his support, there is no way I could take it to the level where I can share it. The music on this site is music from my heart over the past 38+ years. It has been my solace through hard times and my joy through the good times. Much of it was "unsolicited" by me; it just came. Some of it has come through assignments or good people trusting me with their lyrics. All of it has been a miracle in my own eyes, as it was not something for which I was trained. My fingers somehow knew how to produce what was rattling through my head and by brute force it has found its way to paper. I hope you will enjoy it and let me know how you are using it. My website has much of what is here plus a lot of songs that do not fall into the "Sacred Music" genre. Feel free to visit it. I love suggestions and comments!
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for this piece (opens in a new window).This song began as a playful challenge from my husband: “Write something with this title.” I’ll admit, I cringed at first — it didn’t feel catchy or inspiring. But sometimes the unexpected prompts open the most meaningful doors.
What surprised me is how quickly this piece became one of my favorites. The idea arrived on Easter morning, and despite having no time to spare, the song unfolded and took shape before the week was over.
It felt like a small miracle — the kind that reminds you creativity doesn’t always wait for perfect conditions. Sometimes it just insists on being written.
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Lyrics: Without Easter, there'd be no Christmas.
No carols would be sung so tenderly.
No chimes would ring from the belfry;
There'd be no presents be neath the tree.
Jesus knew the ache of all our sorrow.
He knew the cost of ev'ry breath.
The cradle held the hope of heaven.
The cross would break the bands of death.
Sing Hallelujah! He came to save us.
Sing Hallelujah, He showed the way.
From the manger to the tomb where Jesus laid,
Where a stone was rolled away.
Without the morning of redemption,
no star would shine on Bethlehem.
The babe who came to save us,
also came to rise again.
