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.

I wrote this song  (with the help of Ai!) for my grandson's 17th birthday today. If you take time to listen to it you'll hear that he's going through a difficult health issue at the moment with no end in sight. If you feel moved to say a prayer for his recovery that would be wonderful. Thank you!

Some years ago I wrote a version of 'The Lord's Prayer" on the guitar. I have now updated the tune using Ai at Suno.com. 
OUR FATHER ©Don Stott 2025 

Here's the link to the original Christmas story called "Dan's Christmas Surprise." 
 See the video below that I created based  on the story.

Some years ago I wrote a number of songs with tunes on the guitar. I have now taken the lyrics and added Ai backing tracks. I have the rights to these songs and I request that you ask permission if you are going to use them. The lyrics are in the Songs and Stories section of Eliab.com. You can contact me via email [email protected]
A Seat of Grace - lyrics are in this Eliab Blog below

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

Even There 

Before the song, before the light,  
in hush of dawn or darkest night, 
when words fall short, or none appear-- 
-God listens. Even there.
 
In broken hallelujahs rung, 
by weary hands or trembling tongue, 
through shadows deep or plaintive prayer-- 
-God listens. Even there.

 
When gladness dances, sorrow sighs,
beneath bright stars or stormy skies,
when fear and faith bring one to prayer
-God listens. Even there.

 
In grateful praise and quiet plea,
 by lifted hand or bended knee,
through silence deep when burdens tear
- God listens. Even there.

 
So let the music now arise, 
from longing hearts and tear-stained eyes; 
He hears us, meets us, leads us near-- 
-God listens. Even here.

© Don Stott.  Eliab.com June 28. 2025
Listen to the Song version of "Even There"
© Words&Music Don Stott, Eliab.com