Philip Paul

I spent years traveling, recording, singing and performing honky tonks, night clubs, casinos, high schools, colleges, concerts, radio shows, New Orleans riverboats and private clubs. You name it, I played it. In 1988, after nearly twenty years on the road, I found myself in a state of confusion and realized my life was crumbling around me. Like the prodigal son in the Bible, I decided to return home to the Father who met me with a kiss, a robe, a ring and a feast (Luke 15:11-32). The Lord showed me I was heir to the promises of Abraham, all I had to do is reach out and claim them. One of the promises I claimed was Joel 2:25: "And I will restore to you the years that the locusts have eaten."

This album is dedicated to my three sons (listed oldest to youngest): Paul Douglas Beyer, Barton Richard Beyer, Philip Brandon Beyer; and to my father, Henry T. Beyer, Jr. and mother, Armelia Beyer whose prayer's lighted my way home.

Philip Paul Beyer