When I first heard Australian guitarist Tommy Emmanuel, it was in concert at a former radio station in Knoxville. Out of all the songs he played, this one touched me the most. Perhaps it was the music, or perhaps it was his story of how he wrote it at a time when he wasn’t sure of what was going on and he felt he needed an answer right then. Perhaps it is how the entire piece is like a prayer composed of steel, wood, and uncertainty. For whatever reason, it’s still my favorite song on his Only record. Sometimes, when I just need to quieten my mind and relax my heart, I put in my earphones, turn up the volume, and drown in this song. Sometimes more than once or thrice.
And, on this eve of my debut as a Church School teacher, I’ll likely listen to it a number of times. After the Vols game, of course. 
