One Phrase at a Time for the Easter Morning.

What can I say, except, Indeed He is Risen.
I am grateful for the love Erik has for the hymns and the time he takes to practice hymns like this out of his regular piano studies. I have been blessed to have music that thrills my soul, at no admission fee, and live! while in the comfort of my home.

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Diane said…
Wow!! I love it. Erik has improved tremendously on this piece since the last time I heard it. It didn't sound bad before...it sounds really great now. Thanks for sharing. Diane
April 21, 2011 at 1:03 PM
the⋆silver⋆of⋆His⋆fining said…
Thanks, Erik! God does bless through your music. What a great job! Thank you for sharing. Joyce
May 15, 2011 at 1:29 PM
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