Books by Dale Harris

Books by Dale Harris
A Feast of Epiphanies

Though I Walk, A Novel

Daytime Moons and Other Celestial Anomalies, a book of poems

Second Wind

Second Wind
An album of songs both old and new. Recorded in 2021, a year of major transition for me, these songs explore the many vicissitudes of the spiritual life,. It's about the mountaintop moments and the Holy Saturday sunrises, the doors He opens that no one can close, and those doors He's closed that will never open again. You can click the image above to give it a listen.

The Song Became a Child

The Song Became a Child
A collection of Christmas songs I wrote and recorded during the early days of the pandemic lockdown in the spring of 2020. Click the image to listen.

There's a Trick of the Light I'm Learning to Do

This is a collection of songs I wrote and recorded in January - March, 2020 while on sabbatical from ministry. They each deal with a different aspect or expression of the Gospel. Click on the image above to listen.

Three Hands Clapping

This is my latest recording project (released May 27, 2019). It is a double album of 22 songs, which very roughly track the story of my life... a sort of musical autobiography, so to speak. Click the album image to listen.

Ghost Notes

Ghost Notes
A collections of original songs I wrote in 2015, and recorded with the FreeWay Musical Collective. Click the album image to listen.

inversions

Recorded in 2014, these songs are sort of a chronicle of my journey through a pastoral burn-out last winter. They deal with themes of mental-health, spiritual burn-out and depression, but also with the inexorable presence of God in the midst of darkness. Click the album art to download.

soundings

soundings
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"soundings" is a collection of songs I recorded in September/October of 2013. Dealing with themes of hope, ache, trust and spiritual loss, the songs on this album express various facets of my journey with God.

bridges

bridges
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"Bridges" is a collection of original songs I wrote in the summer of 2011, during a soul-searching trip I took out to Alberta; a sort of long twilight in the dark night of the soul. I share it here in hopes these musical reflections on my own spiritual journey might be an encouragement to others: the sun does rise, blood-red but beautiful.

echoes

echoes
Prayers, poems and songs (2005-2009). Click to download
"echoes" is a collection of songs I wrote during my time studying at Briercrest Seminary (2004-2009). It's called "echoes" partly because these songs are "echoes" of times spent with God from my songwriting past, but also because there are musical "echoes" of hymns, songs or poems sprinkled throughout the album. Listen closely and you'll hear them.

Accidentals

This collection of mostly blues/rock/folk inspired songs was recorded in the spring and summer of 2015. I call it "accidentals" because all of the songs on this project were tunes I have had kicking around in my notebooks for many years but had never found a "home" for on previous albums. You can click the image to download the whole album.

Random Reads

The Dragon, the Maiden and the Baby Boy, a song


I saw a strange sign burning in the heavens
One winter night
O, tidings of comfort and joy
When the world was dark and the sky was awash
With pale moonlight
I saw a dragon, a maiden, and a baby boy
O, a dragon, a maiden, and a baby boy

She was clothed with the sun and the moon
And the silver starlight
In her labor pains lifted up her cry
She gave birth to a heavenly child
That cold winter night
But the dragon lay in wait for the baby boy
O the dragon lay in wait for the baby boy

    But God rest ye, all ye merry Christian friends
    Hear the heavens ringing out with joy
    The earth resounds with praise that will never end
    For the dragon was trampled by the baby boy
    O the dragon was trampled by the baby boy

The dragon lashed with his tail and his teeth
To swallow the child
A third of the stars fell from the sky
The maiden fled through the darkness of the night
Off into to the wild
And the angles came to rescue her baby boy
O the angels came to rescue her baby boy

Then I saw a war break out in the heavens
All across the night sky
The dragon come to kill and to destroy
The host of heaven came out to meet him
And they raised the battle cry
And they cast him down with the love of the baby boy
O they cast him down with the love of the baby boy

    So: God rest ye, all ye merry Christian friends
    Hear the heavens ringing out with joy
    The earth resounds with praise that will never end
    For the dragon was trampled by the baby boy
    O the dragon was trampled by the baby boy

Now have come the salvation and the power of our God
The accuser of his children is cast down
We have triumphed over him
By the truth and the blood of a lamb
So rejoice! You heavenlies rejoice!
The Messiah is that Maiden’s Baby Boy
O Messiah is that Maiden’s Baby Boy

Now the dragon still is seeking to devour the maiden
In the wilderness
But she was given eagles wings with which to fly
Cause the dragon is defeated but the battle still is raging
For hope and peace
And the love of that glorious baby Boy

    So: God rest ye, all ye merry Christian friends
    Hear the heavens ringing out with joy
    The earth resounds with praise that will never end
    For the dragon was trampled by the baby boy
    And the dragon is trampled by that baby boy
    And the dragon will be trampled by that baby boy

Little Lamb of God, a song



Whose is this little head
Sweet intruding stranger?
Whose is this little head, lying on the straw
Let me make some room for you
Here at our humble manger
You’re welcome here, you’re welcome here
O perfect lamb of God

        Did you come to save me too?
        Little Lord of all creation?
        Cause I’ve been waiting too
        For the dawn of your salvation
        With an aching in my bleating heart I worship you
        As you lie there in my place, little Lamb of God

Whose is this little king
Sleeping in our stable
Who are you, little one
Wrapped in swaddling cloth?
Let me lend some warmth to you
While you're here and I am able
Cause soon the time will come for you
To be the lamb of God

        Did you come to save me too?
        Little Lord of all creation?
        Cause I’ve been waiting too
        For the dawn of your salvation
        With an aching in my bleating heart I worship you
        As you lie there in my place, little Lamb of God

        Did you come to save me too?
        Little Lord of all creation?
        Cause I’ve been waiting too
        For the dawn of your salvation
        With an aching in my bleating heart I worship you
        As you lie there in my place, little Lamb of God

Christ Child Lullaby, a song



Little tiny newborn hands so tiny and pure
Reaching for your mother’s face clutching at her hair
One day they will clutch the cross and bear it to the hill
Reach out to embrace the nails,
Let them pierce that perfect palm
O, little tiny newborn hands born to do the Father’s will

Little perfect newborn feet so gentle and warm
Kicking on your mother’s knee, swaddled safe from harm
One day they will walk the waves and make them calm and still
And stand in that forsaken place
And let them pierce that holy heel
O little perfect newborn feet, born to do the Father’s will

      You were born to live, born to die
      Three days later you would leap on high
      O little hands of God, born to beckon me
      Rest now on your mother’s knee
      Rest now on your mother’s knee

Little wrinkled newborn brow crowned with a wisp of hair
Cradled in your mother’s arms, quiet and fair
One day you will sweat forth blood and bear a crown of thorns
Twisted out of sin and shame,
to break and mock your holy name
O little wrinkled newborn brow, born to bear our sin alone

Little crying newborn eyes, so dark and so deep
Seeking for your mother’s breast for comfort and sleep
One day they will see the grave and weep on that morn
Weep for our helpless,
Weep in your love for us
O little crying newborn eyes, born to bear our sin alone

      You were born to live, born to die
      Three days later you would leap on high
      O little hands of God, born to beckon me
      Rest now on your mother’s knee
      Rest now on your mother’s knee