This is the sung version of my new song. See below for the monologue/ spoken version with musical backing produced at Suno.com

These original lyrics were written for the following monologue with musical backing. The musical production was made at Suno.com

WHEN THE TRAVELLER KNOCKS
There are days, Lord, when I feel my will harden--
a will like steel, forged in self protection,
reinforced by determination and a kind of self love
that circles around temptation like it’s something sweet.
I catch the scent of things that promise much
but deliver nothing,
and still I linger.
My heart, once soft to Your whisper,
can turn to stone before I even notice.
A sentinel guarding itself
against the very Love
that has waited so patiently to warm it back to life.
A mirage of affection pulls me forward,
but it vanishes the moment I reach for it.
And all the while, You--
the One who said You would give me a new heart--
stands quietly nearby.

There have been seasons
when my will has slipped from Your hands
and become a tool for lesser things.
Instead of being shaped by the Craftsman,
I’ve let it be gouged, scraped,
left neglected and weather worn.
And I wonder why I feel splintered.
But You don’t leave me there.
Your Spirit stirs like holy dynamite in the deep places:
breaking open the stubbornness,
exposing the deceit,
not to shame me--
but to free me.
So I dive again into Your cool waters,
swimming upstream with everything in me,
because my life—my real life—depends on it.
I throw back the warm covers of complacency
and run toward the sound of Your call,
heart pounding, lungs burning,
yet somehow more alive than before.
And then--
I see You.
The Traveller at the door.
The One who has walked with me through deserts and storms,
who has carried memories baked hard by service
and glazed with forgiveness.
The One who has never stopped knocking.
I open the door,
and it feels like welcoming home
a long loved friend.
We sit together, sharing stories of the road--
the missteps, the mercies,
the grace I had forgotten to remember.
And in that space,
joy rises.
Not the thin joy of circumstance,
but the deep, steady joy of being found again.
Safe again.
Home again.
For the God who breaks stone hearts
also binds them.
The God who calls us upstream
also swims beside us.
The God who confronts our stubborn will
also sings over us with delight.
So here I stand--
will surrendered, heart open,
ready to walk again with the Traveller -
who was never far from my door.

An Easter Monologue  based on Jesus washing the disciples feet. (John 13:1-13)
We were gathered in the lamplight--
just a band of dusty men
waiting for the Passover,
while the night pressed in around us.
Then Jesus stood.
Quietly.
Deliberately.
And He tied a towel around His waist.
A servant’s towel.
The kind of thing no rabbi, no master,
no Messiah should ever wear.
I whispered, “Lord… this isn’t right.”
But His eyes--
they were full of fire and mercy.
He knelt before me.
Before me.
His hands, rough from years of carpentry,
were gentle as the morning light
as He washed the dust from my feet--
dust from roads I chose,
roads I wandered,
roads I shouldn’t have walked.
And He said,
“Peter, let Me wash you.
This is how My love is shown.”
In that moment,
my stubborn heart cracked open.
The truth cut deep--
that belonging to Him
meant surrender,
meant letting Him cleanse
what I could never fix myself.
So I said,
“Lord… not just my feet.
All of me.
Please, All of me!
Then He looked at us all and said,
“Do for one another
what I’ve done for you.”
A kingdom built on serving,
on bending low,
on lifting others up.
And now,
when I walk the dusty roads,
I think of that basin
Because the One who washed my feet
has taught me how to stand.

A towel.
A basin.
A lesson in the night.
The greatest in the kingdom
is the one who kneels
in the light of His love.
And I will follow
where His humble footsteps lead.

©Don Stott 2026 , Eliab.com

An original song based on the Bible passage from Luke 24:13-35 (The Road to Emmaus)
Don Stott 2026

This is the traditional music of Go Tell it on the Mountain with new words in the verses. The music is public domain. 
The music in the verses is repeated with the last note in the second line of each verse staying on the same note instead of going up.
The words are based on the Bible passage from Acts 14 with the call to share the Good News about Jesus.

(Chorus)
Go tell it on the mountain,
over the hills and everywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is Lord!

From Antioch they journeyed with fasting, prayer, and grace,
The Spirit sent them forward to every tribe and place.
With courage born of heaven, their mission clear and true-
They told of Christ the Saviour , and we are called there too!

Chorus- Go tell it on the mountain...

They preached the word with boldness, though some refused to hear,
Still many hearts were opened, and joy replaced their fear.
They carried hope unshaken, God's word like flame unfurled-
And now we bear the calling, to share it through the world.

Chorus-

This mission stands before us, together bold we stand-
To spread His love and mercy and follow His command.
So let us speak with purpose, and live the truth we sing,
Proclaiming hope and mercy, found only in our King.

Chorus-

© words Don Stott, Eliab.com

 At the King’s Table
(A monologue from the perspective of Mephibosheth, reflecting on his journey from obscurity to the royal table.)

(Mephibosheth sits on the floor of the palace, gazing at the grand banquet table before him. His voice is quiet, filled with awe and gratitude.)

I never imagined I would see the inside of this palace, let alone sit at the king’s table.For years, I lived in Lo-debar—a place whose name itself means “no pasture,” a land of barrenness, forgotten by the world. I was the son of Jonathan, grandson of Saul, but that meant nothing now. When my father fell in battle, and my grandfather’s reign came to an end, I was only five years old. Fear gripped my nurse as she fled with me, and in that desperate escape, I fell—crippling both my feet forever.
A crippled boy. A remnant of a fallen dynasty. What hope could I have?
I learned to survive in obscurity, never expecting kindness, only waiting for the inevitable: a summons to my destruction. After all, was it not common for kings to eliminate any descendants of their predecessors? Did David not have every reason to wipe out Saul’s line?
And then, one day, the summons came.
David—King David—had sent for me.
I was carried to Jerusalem, trembling with every step. Would I die today? Would my name be blotted out as a final stroke of justice for the house of Saul?
I was brought before the throne. My body was low, my heart lower still. But then—his voice.
"Mephibosheth," he said. My name, spoken without threat.
I dared to answer. “Behold, I am your servant.”
The silence stretched, but not with wrath—no, something else lingered in the air. Mercy.
"Do not fear," he said. And in that moment, I breathed for the first time in years.
"I will show you kindness for the sake of your father Jonathan."
Jonathan. My father. A man who had loved David, defended him, covenanted with him in loyalty and friendship. A promise had been made long before my birth, and now, even with Jonathan gone, David remained faithful.
I braced myself for what would follow. Perhaps a token of mercy, a small provision. I never expected the words that came next.
"You shall eat at my table always."
Always? Surely, he did not mean—surely, he did not intend to--
Yet here I sit. At the table of the king.
Not as a crippled outcast. Not as a remnant of a broken house. But as a son.
The shame of my brokenness is covered here; no one looks at my feet. They see only the seat reserved for me.
What king does this? What ruler spares an enemy’s grandson, not merely to live, but to belong?
This is not the justice of men—this is the kindness of God.
(Mephibosheth looks up, his voice softening.)

Mercy found me in Lo-debar. Mercy lifted me to the throne room. Mercy placed me at the king’s table.
I have done nothing to deserve this, yet here I am.
Grace. This is grace.
(He pauses, then slowly reaches for the bread before him, as the lights fade.)

A Seat of Grace
(A poem inspired by 2 Samuel 9. The story of David and Mephibosheth.)
In Lo-debar, he hides from foes
A broken man with nothing, knows
His name was once of noble breath,
Yet now he faces fear and death.,

A crippled child, from a fallen line,
His shattered past, no hope to find.
A king now rules, his throne is vast--
Would mercy come, or shame still last?

Then word arrived, a call so strange,
 King David summoned him by name!
His heart beat wild, his thoughts ran deep,
Would judgment come? Now time to weep?

Before the throne, he bowed so low,
Expecting wrath—expecting woe
Yet David spoke, "Do not be scared,
For Jonathan, your father, cared."

"For love he bore, and bonds we made,
This kindness now shall never fade.
Your father’s house I now restore,
Your brokenness is lost no more."

And then his words—so rich, so true,
"You'll eat with me, be made anew."
A seat was set, a place was found,
Where once was loss, now grace abounds.

Not by his strength, nor by his name,
But endless love, no longer blame.
The crippled child now robed with worth,
Sat at the table, graced from birth.

So take this hope, O heart distressed,
No wound nor shame shall leave you pressed."
For grace still seeks the lost, the lame--
God calls them forth, restored by name. 

DonSong. (c) Eliab.com May 2025
A Seat Of Grace
Song versions by Don Stott Lyrics and music (c) Eliab.com , June 27. 2025 

Digger Digs Deep (for Kindness!) This puppet script has the theme of kindness and was used in a Family Worship Service where the Bible Reading was
2 Samuel chapter 9   David&Mephibosheth
Don & Dog Puppet (Digger)
[Don enters with Digger the puppet. Children are seated in front.]
 
Don: Good morning, friends! I’ve got someone here who’s been very busy lately...
Digger: (pops up, tail wagging): Busy? Busy?! Don, I’ve been digging like a dog on double snacks!
Don: Uh-oh... more tunnels in the backyard?
Digger: Don, I’ve expanded my secret tunnel empire! One goes under the veggie patch, one loops past Bentley’s kennel, and one...
Don: ...goes all the way under the neighbour’s garden?
Digger (guilty): I may have... accidentally popped up in Fifi’s flower bed. She was not impressed. She said I ruined her roses.
Don: Oh, Digger...
Digger: I tried to say sorry, but I don’t think a bouquet of half-chewed sticks counted.
Don: Well, what do you think might help fix it?
Digger (thinks):Hmm... Maybe... real flowers? A heartfelt howl? Or... maybe I need to do something really kind.
Don: That’s a great idea, Digger. Today’s big people story is all about kindness, even when people expect the opposite. It’s the story of a king named David...
Digger: Wait—is he the one with the slingshot? I love a good underdog story!
Don: That’s the one. But later, David becomes king, and instead of being mean to someone from his enemy’s family, he does something amazing.
Digger (gasps): He buries a bone in his garden for them?
Don (laughs):Even better. He invites Mephibosheth—a man who couldn’t walk and was probably scared of the king—to live in the palace and eat at his table every day. David showed kindness and reconciliation.
Digger (softly): Wow… like... welcoming someone home instead of shutting the doggy door on them.
Don: Exactly. David gave him a place of honor, not because he had to—but because *grace* says, “You’re worth it.”
Digger: Like how Bentley chewed my tennis ball, but I still let him play fetch with me later?
Don: That’s kindness.
Digger (nodding): Or when I dig up Fifi’s petunias… again... but this time, I plant tulip bulbs after!
Don: That’s reconciliation, Digger. Making things right and choosing kindness, even after things go wrong.
Digger: Don... I think I’m gonna dig a kindness tunnel today. Straight from my kennel to Bentley’s bowl... with a note that says, “You’re pawsome!”
Don (laughs): That’s the spirit. What about you guys—can anyone think of a way to be kind this week?
[Pause for one or two responses from children.]
Digger: Kindness makes the world a better place. Or at least a better backyard.
Don: Let’s pray that we can be like King David—and like Digger—bringing kindness where it's needed most.
Digger: And maybe fewer holes. Except the kindness kind. Amen!
 
© Don Stott Eliab.com , June 2025

Who Touched Me? – A monologue
The woman who touched Jesus cloak 
( Mark 5:21-43, Matt.9:20-22,Luke 8:43-48)

             The lady stood near the edge of the large crowd. People had come from everywhere just to see “The Teacher, Jesus”.  The lady hesitated a moment and then she quickly covered her face with her scarf and moved forward into the pack of people. For twelve long years this woman had been very sick. Once she’d had money, friends and family close by but now all her money was spent on seeking cures from many doctors to try and make her well but still each day she felt worse!
              When she had woken up this morning the woman knew what she had to do. She had heard of Jesus. The whole village had been talking about Jesus’ teaching, healing and what had happened across the lake.

                  Now was the moment!  With her head down she pushed forward through the lively crowd. Her heart was racing and her mind was fixed on one thing. ‘If only, if only I can touch Jesus’ clothes I will be healed!’ Closer, closer, now behind where Jesus was standing. Many people were now pressing in all around him. She lowered her arm and reached her hand past the bodies before her towards the edge ( hem) of  Jesus cloak. A final push and then.. Time seemed to stop. Immediately, the woman felt something!  Changed …now healing, relief, peace.
                     But then, Jesus turned suddenly and declared. “Who touched my clothes?”  His friends beside him called out “look around you Master. This crowd is huge! Everyone wants to be near you and to hear you”. Jesus stood still and kept looking from side to side. The woman now faced Jesus and she cautiously came forward. She looked up into Jesus eyes and then fell forward onto her knees shaking with fear. So many emotions flooded her thoughts. Would people recognise her?  She had crossed many boundaries just to be there that day. Is this real? Then she spoke with a faltering voice. “Teacher, it was me! I touched you.
           Jesus looked straight at her and then clearly said to everyone. “Daughter, your faith has healed you! Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.!”

Healing, relief, and now acceptance…
           And this wasn’t the end of the healing miracles that day.
 We don’t know the name of this lady healed in the crowd or what happened to her next but no doubt her life was changed that moment. The woman showed great faith in trusting Jesus to heal her.

What do you need to reach out in prayer to Jesus for today?
Healing, forgiveness, peace, acceptance? 

© Don Stott, Eliab.com 2025

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Keep the faith, no need to fear,
Jesus' love is always near.
Reach for him, He'll show the way,
Guiding every single day.
Keep the faith, no need to fear,
Jesus' love is always near!
(Chant with action at the end of each line or
sing to the tune of “Twinkle, twinkle Little Star”)no need to fear,
 lo is always near.
Rfor him, He'll show the way,
Guiding every single day.
Keep the faith, no need to fear,
Jesus' love is always near.
Reach for him, He'll show the way,
Guiding every single day.