Christian Ross

THE VISION To play music soaked by the emergence in Jesus Christ. Music that stands with the test of time. Music that represents an ever longing heart after the Lord. Not a superficial substitute which compromises truth for air play and popularity. I care nothing for fame or money, but for the lives of the people living in pain and confusion. I yearn to speak to that pain and that confusion with a strong voice of peace and comfort. I desire to play music that hides it's messenger from harm, enabling the messenger to bring good news to the people, news as sweet as honey, or as a cool drink of water for a thirsty mouth. My heart aches to see the hungry fed and the lame to walk, the blind to receive vision, and the rich to give; For the weary to run, and the hurt to be comforted, the widows to have joy, and the orphans to receive confidence and gain skills to do life with passion and conviction of God Almighty. I want to play music the delivers troubled men of the spirits that haunt their existence, and make way for the lost to be given the opportunity for salvation. I pray to play music that exalts the Lord and hides my face. Music that will boldly bring about the kingdom of God to a quickly dying earth. I dont care about the typical artist dream deal of a short-lived reality in fame, but about making headway through ground work with the people. If a conversation can change a life, including mine, thats where I want to be. The Lord will be lifted high in my music or may my fingers rot to the bone and fall to the ground bringing a miserable existence for the rest of my life with out music. I am serving the Lord despite my downfalls and short comings, I refuse to give in to anything less than this. Lord be lifted up and may His kingdom come, and His will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Amen. -Christian Ross

Will these words pave mens streets with gold, Or will I strum my way to Hell? And with fame and all of her sweet allure, Will I find my place in her?

Please lend a listening ear And I will tell all my secrets, Then we'll walk in desert lands Where the rocks will turn to gold

Will I open my eyes to look on pain Or will I hide myself and pretend? To be the man with an iron rod, fists of glory Will the winter take my heart?

Please lend a listening ear And I will tell all my secrets Then we'll walk in desert lands Where the rocks will turn gold

Words and music by Christian Ross 2006