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Abigail Miller


Composer

Conference Singer

Participant with the traveling

singing group, The Alethians,

Trinity Baptist College (Jacksonville, FL)

Composed the lyrics and melody to

over 40 songs

Published 4 CDís:

The Song of My Soul (2001)

Closer to Jesus (2003)

I Can Go In (2006)

Unfamiliar Grace (2008)

Devotional Singer at various churches, Christian colleges,

and conference centers, including

The Georgia Baptist Conference Center

Wife of Paul Miller

Mother of Eight Children

Introduction from Donna Morley: I had the pleasure of meeting Abigail when we both ministered together at the Georgia Baptist Conference Center. Itís an understatement when I say, sheís the most gifted writer of music, and has the most beautiful, angelic voice Iíve ever heard. Abigail doesnít just sing the songs she wrote--before each song, she gives a story as to how the Lord gave her the words (thereís an illustration of 10 short stories, below). Itís been said by others (and I agree) that Abigailís music is gentle, meditative, heart-searching and deeply Scriptural. Many of her songs deal with issues ranging from the cross-life to holiness to Christís sacrifice to motherhood.

From my own personal observation, when singing and speaking, Abigail has a way of causing her listeners to get teary eyed. Itís not talent I am in awe of--itís the Lordís Divine hand, on Abigail, that strikes me to the core.

The entire Miller family travels and sings in churches to share from the heart what God has done for them.

Abigailís testimony: I was born to Christian parents and grew up attending a Bible-believing Baptist church in upstate New York. Though I made an early profession of faith in Christ, it was not until I was 17 years old that I was truly born-again. Shortly after my conversion, I wrote my first song, Lord, I Must Be Yours. It was then that the Lord gave me a new desire to serve Him. I prayed that He would open doors for me to use my talents for Him. God answered and I began to sing frequently at my home church, and then in Christian colleges with the traveling singing group, The Alethians, of Trinity Baptist College (Jacksonville, FL).

I married Paul Miller in Rochester, NY, in 1995 and experienced the joys of motherhood the following year. During that time, I began to write more original songs, and at the urging of friends and loved ones, I recorded my first CD, The Song of My Soul, in May 2001.

Below are ten songs Abigail has written, and the stories behind those songs:

I Believe to See

How often the Lord leads us down ways we do not understand. How often we are waiting for His answer to our prayers, wondering in our human way if He has finally forgotten us, after all. But God's goodness is unchanged. We have no cause to doubt Him for a moment. His ways are not our ways, and trust Him we must. Like the Psalmist, we must not agree with the world that "seeing is believing," but choose instead the opposite --- "believing is seeing."

This world is a place where we believe what we can see.

The tangible, the visible is what must really be.

But, He who would be wise must see with different eyes,

We live by faith, where miracles will come as no surprise.

Chorus:


I believe to see the goodness of the Lord.

I believe the promises He gave us in His Word.

I don't need to know the outcome of His plan.

I will trust His ways, though I can't see His hand.

We're looking for a city that's not made by human hands.

We're living for a purpose that so far exceeds our plans.

When trials take their toll beyond what we control,

We rest upon the Faithful One, the Keeper of our souls.

He Did Not Cast a Stone

I have always been especially moved by the story of the adulterous woman in John, chapter eight. What a horrifying experience it must have been, to be dragged, shamed and full of guilt, to the feet of Jesus. Her fear, knowing her punishment as stated in the law, must have been overwhelming. But how much more overwhelming to find the One whom she expected to condemn her to be instead her Deliverer? Amazing grace, how sweet the sound! Praise God for His tender mercies, boundless compassion, and unfailing love!

They brought me to the temple, to where Jesus was;

They told Him all my sin and what I'd done.

According to the Law, I deserved to die,

I stood in judgment there before God's Son.

His enemies demanded to see justice done.

He knelt and simply wrote upon the sand,

And when He stood to speak, I trembled in my soul.

And with these words He answered their demand.

"He that is without sin cast the first stone."

Then one by one, I watched them walk away.

(He said), "I do not condemn thee, go and sin no more."

And I have lived a new life since that day!

Chorus:


He did not cast a stone,

He did not lift His hand.

The justice of His love

Was all He would demand.

I deserved to die,

For all that I had done.

O, praise His name,

He did not cast a stone.

O, ever since the day my Savior set me free,

My life has been for Him and Him alone!

He was the only One without sin on that day,

But He chose not to cast a stone!

Prisoner of Hope

These words are found in Zechariah 9:12. The poetry of the phrase as I read it rang over and over through my mind, until God gave it as a song. How beautiful to know that though we were once captive to sin, we are now captives of Christ. I would not choose it to be otherwise if I could. I am His and He is mine and, praise God, so shall it ever be!

Once I was bound in sin,

Without a light of hope within,

A prisoner of all that I despised.

Until one glorious day, when Jesus tore my bars away,

He lifted me, and opened up my eyes!

And He gave me His love, perfect rest from above,

And I'll never want to be set free again.

Chorus:


(For now I'm) a prisoner, a prisoner of hope,

Bound by cords of love and chains of peace.

Jesus has made me free, His prisoner I'll always be,

And from His bonds I'll never seek release.

He gives to me new life I'd never known.

I'm willingly a prisoner of hope.

If you are bound in sin, without a light of hope within,

A prisoner of all that you despise,

Come to the cross today, let Jesus tear your bars away,

He'll lift you up and open up your eyes,

Oh, He offers His love, perfect rest from above,

And you'll never want to be set free again.

Chorus:


(Come be) a prisoner, a prisoner of hope,
Bound by cords of love and chains of peace.
Jesus has made me free, His prisoner I'll always be,
And from His bonds I'll never seek release.
He gives to me new life I'd never known.
I'm willingly a prisoner of hope.

Oh, come and be a prisoner of hope.

A Good and Perfect Gift

This song was originally written for my sister Ellen and sung at her bridal shower. Many of us can say that we have been truly blessed by God in our marriage, not because any of us is a perfect spouse, nor because we have one, but because God's good hand rests upon us, to bless us and guide us with His grace. The world's ideals of self-gratification and self-fulfillment fall so far short of the miracles God can work in a marriage of two people yielded up to Him. Thank You, Lord, for Your good and perfect gifts.

Many, many years ago God wrote the first love story,

When He made a perfect woman, for a perfect man.

And ever since that day He's been working in His wondrous way,

To write new love stories like no other can.

He has looked upon your lives to bless with you with each other;

He has known from the beginning where the two of you belong.

Chorus:


He has made a good and perfect gift,

A gift that's from above.

For there are few gifts more precious,

Than the gift of one true love.

We will lift our hearts in praise to Him;

To Him upon the throne.

All the glory for this love story,

Belongs to Him alone.He has given you a pattern from the depths of His own heart,

For a perfect love that only two in Him can share.

For His love is ever true, and His mercies every day are new.

The riches of His grace are far beyond compare.

He will guide you every day, make you one with each other.

He will make your love story a beautiful love song.

Chorus

(Belongs to Him alone.)

Turn the Tide

Our friend Duane Motley, who has been dedicated to doing the Lord's work among politicians and lawmakers in New York for many years, inspired this song. It was after hearing him speak that the song was born. We were moved by his fervent desire to see people in leadership come to Christ and to see our country turn back to God's ways and purpose. It is our desire as well, and we hope this song will move others to pray for the revival our land so desperately needs.

When America was founded, she was strong and pure and good,

And her leaders on their knees were not ashamed to call on God.

But our nation, in her pride, has turned her back upon the right,

And the clouds of evil threaten to turn glory into night.

Strong wickedness has crept in like a cold and bloody thief,

Those who know the Lord and do His word stand by in disbelief.

For the love of God and country, we must not cease for a day,

For the future of our children we must lift our hearts and prayÖ

Chorus:

Turn the tide, Lord, turn the tide,

Open wide the floodgates of Your power.

Stem the flood of wickedness;

Restore, revive, and bless.

Turn the tide.

God's enemy is hard at work, undermining everywhere,

Breaking down foundations, twisting laws, and setting snares.

He would take away our freedom and replace it with despair,

And he laughs at those opposing him as if they were not there.

But God's children cannot sit by, we must stand up and defend,

For the battle is not over 'til our King declares the end.

We must work and fight and meet him, not as those that beat the air,

For the greatest weapon in our hands is strong and fervent prayer.

Chorus

Though the waves of immorality may beat upon the shore,

And it seems that all ungodliness is knocking at our door,

We must never give up hope, we must not let them win the war,

We must plead with Him who has the pow'r to cleanse and to restore.

Restore! Lord, turn the tide,

Turn the tide,

Open wide the floodgates of Your power,

Stem the flood of wickedness,

Restore, revive, and bless,

Turn the tide.

Stem the flood of wickedness,

Restore, revive and bless,

Turn the tide!

The Vision of a Mother's Heart

"Where there is no vision, the people perish." (Proverbs 29:18a). As a mother in Christ, I have no greater desire than to see my children walk in truth. I know many other mothers join me in that longing, and in the daily, constant care of precious souls. May God give us the courage and strength to carry out with joy this great and urgent mission.

I've seen some trials,

I've shed some tears,

I've had some struggles,

And harbored some fears.

Yet, through the windy days,

The storms and the strife,

I've found just one way to hold on to life.

Chorus:

Never let go of the Lord,

Never lose hold of His word,

Never stop praying,

Never stop saying His Name,

Never let go.

I've seen a brother pull up on the shore,

Weary from battle, with storm after storm.

And if you ask him what kept him alive,

He'll tell you there's only one way to survive.

Chorus

Even in sunshine, when all skies are clear,

There is no telling what storms may be near.

So never stop praying,

Never stop saying His name.

Never let go. Never let go.

Never Let Go

There are times when the storms of life arise, and the wind and waves beat so strongly, it is all we can do to cling to God, like a passenger on a ship clinging desperately to the rigging, hoping only to preserve life until the storm is past. Temptations to cease praying, to give up seeking God, will weaken our hold, but cling we must, for "to whom shall we go," if not to the Lord? Above all, we can praise Him for the knowledge that, no matter how the storms batter us, He will never let go of us. Thank You, Lord.

In the heart of every mother is a place that God has made,

Where she can lay up precious treasures, of the kind that will not fade.

Precious memories of her children, gathered up mid daily cares,

And she kneels the Father, they're the subject of her prayers.

For she sees them ever changing, and their eyes are filled with dreams,

And when she kneels their beds at night how close the future seems.

Chorus:

The vision of a mother's heart,

Is to share with her children the love only Jesus can give.

The vision of a mother's heart,

Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live.

Oh, a mother needs a vision, yes she needs to see beyond,

The daily round of household duties, for those days are swiftly gone.

All the years will seem like moments when she turns around to see,

And will the ways she has spent her time matter in eternity?

She must fill their days with laughter, she must fill their eyes with love,

She must fill their hearts and minds with the knowledge from above.

Chorus:


(It is) the vision of a mother's heart,

Is to share with her children the love only Jesus can give.

The vision of a mother's heart,

Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live.

Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live.

The Mountaintop

When I was fifteen years old I visited a friend in South Dakota. There in that sparsely populated state we stopped one night while driving just so we could look at the stars. As a city girl from upstate New York, I just sat there stunned by the breathtaking beauty of multitudes of stars --more than I had ever imagined existed. Suddenly God's promises to Abraham seemed more meaningful. It was a beautiful moment, but since that time I have not had the opportunity to see the stars like that again. Yet I never doubt that they remain just as plentiful and beautiful today as they did that night when I saw them years ago. Sometimes life brings us to mountaintops, but often we do not stay there long. Sometimes God's purposes are as clear to us as South Dakota night air--but often we find we cannot understand His plan, and we are left to trust Him even when we donít understand. Not seeing the stars, not reaching the mountaintops, should never lead us to doubt that they exist. We must keep climbing on the journey of life, keep clinging to and trusting God, believing and resting in Him who one day will lead us to that land of endless light, where "every valley shall be exalted and every mountain made low."

Some may walk on mountains, and drink that mountain air,

But others are not suited to stay for long up there.

It seems I've seen more valleys lately, in my pilgrim way.

The sun is often hiding, and the clouds are often gray.

Chorus:

Oh, I've not seen the sunset from the mountaintop in years,

And I've not seen the stars shine from up where it's bright and clear.

But I have never lost my faith in sunshine and in stars.

I know that mountaintop cannot be far.

So keep on climbin', pilgrim, and don't give way to fear.

In the mountain or the valley, the Lord is always near.

And He knows every step you take--He'll never lose your way.

The path He puts your feet upon leads to the cloudless day!

Sometimes we see the journey, and so forget the end,

But if we keep on holding to the hand of God our friend,

One day the clouds will break apart, and suddenly we'll see,

The mountaintop is right beneath our feet!

Chorus

I know that mountaintop cannot be far.

I Can Go In

Special thanks to Pastor Richard Scheer in New York for suggesting this song. Based on a sermon illustration by C. H. Spurgeon, it tells a story that many Christians can identify with. Each of us is so unworthy to enter Christ's kingdom, but because of His shed blood and His mercy to us, we can be made fit for Heaven through salvation, which comes through Him alone. There has been no greater gift ever offered to man, nor ever will be, than to have our sins washed away in Jesus' blood and be reconciled to God through Him. If you do not know that you have received this gift, it is our prayer that you soon will.* And for each of us who has entered into new life through Christ, rejoice and shout for joy, and sing with us that glad chorus, "I can go in!!"

He stood beside the gate of Heaven, waiting to go in,

And he wondered how this Holy Place could take a man like him.

With shouts of great rejoicing and with music then they came,

Of the angels standing by him he asked what could be their name?

"These are the company of prophets. The goodly fellowship of souls,"

"Who spake God's Word with faith and boldness; who blessed the poor,

and made the wounded whole."

"Oh," he fell upon his knees, and cried, "I am not one of these."

He waited 'til another band of shining ones drew nigh,

They entered into Heaven with a "Hallelujah" cry.

He asked again, "Who are these? Can you tell me whence they came?"

He seemed to see the answer in a burning tongue of flame.

"These are the company of martyrs, the mighty fellowship of Saints."

"Who knew our Lord and walked beside Him."

"Who ran the holy race and did not faint."

"Oh," he fell upon his knees, and cried, "I am not one of these."

Then suddenly, a multitude was heard from far away.

Their voices rang with songs of joy like children at their play.

He saw Rahab, he saw David, Mary Magdalene and Paul,

And the thief who died by Jesus was the one who led them all.

"Who are these?!" he almost shouted at the angels.

"These are the sinners saved by grace!"

"The host of them who called upon the Savior;"

"Washed in Blood and justified by faith!"

And, Oh...he leaped up from his knees!

"Oh, I can go in with these!!!!"

"And I can go in, for my heart is free from sin."

"I've been washed in the Blood, everlasting life to win."

"I can rejoice, I can lift up my voice...I can sing...and I can go in."

Oh, he thought there could be no hallelujahs and no cries,

For this lowly band of people by the world despised,

But as the scenes of heaven opened up before his eyes,

He saw the martyrs and the prophets, and the host of heaven rise,

And they sang, "I can go in. For my heart is free from sin."

I've been washed in the blood, everlasting life to win,"

"I can rejoice, I can lift up my voice...I can sing...and I can go in."

"I can go in."

"I can rejoice, I can lift up my voice...I can sing...and I can go in."

"I can go in."



Have You Died?


This song was written after reading a wonderful book by L. E. Maxwell entitled "Born Crucified." Maxwell masterfully shows how the believer can have an abundant, deeper Christian experience if they will choose to be more identified with the Cross. The phrase in the song, "Have you signed the warrant for your own execution?" is alluded to in the book. If you have not read "Born Crucified" we highly recommend that you find a use copy today and read it.

There are so many Christians who name the name of Christ,

Who are washed in Jesus' blood, and are partakers of new life,

But deep inside they struggle with strong, besetting sin,

And they wonder if they'll ever learn the victory to win.

Chorus

Have you died? Have you signed the warrant for your own execution?

Have you come to the end of self, and all your resolution?

When we finally fail in trying, we will find success in dying,

Have you died that you might live in Christ anew?

Lord Jesus, when You came to earth, to give Your life for me,

You faced every strong temptation, but from sin Your life was free.

And if my perfect Savior had to die a cruel death

To obtain my freedom, how can I escape by doing less?

Chorus

The only way to victory is not through strong resolve,

It is not through anything that I can do.

I must learn to see myself upon the cross in Jesus Christ,

And in Him I've resurrected to a pure and holy life.

I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live,

Yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.

And the life which I now live in the flesh,

I live by the faith of the Son of God

Who loved me, and gave Himself for me.

Chorus

When we finally fail in trying, we will find success in dying,

Have you died that you might live in Christ anew?

If you would like to know more about Abigail, listen to song samples, or buy her music, go to her website at:

www.abigailmiller.com