I cannot tell you how many times my soul has been blessed by the compositions of Andre Crouch. Today, he stands before his maker, having been changed from mortality to immortality, for reports are that he died several hours ago of a heart attack.
Surely one of the most beautiful songs ever sung is My Tribute; its words and chord progressions are nothing short of majestic. I understand he wrote this song, and others, when he was merely 14 years old.
How is it that God moves on human beings to pen such divine music? Do angels hover, removed from the heavenlies to stay for a moment over dirt? Does a single drop of the Holy penetrate a human brain? Does celestial for a time linger by an instrument, flow through fingers, through ink on paper? How is it so?
I give honor to this man who through his music imparted praise and glory to God.