Everett Adams


I am a servant of God, retired from the working world but working full time writing and producing music to spread the Gospel through song. Messages given me to pass on to God's people and those that should be God's people, messages of warning, of love and hope, of encouragement in these the last days of a corrupt and dying world. I am a songwriter that does not perform what he writes, I look for an artist that sings better than they write, that look for new material to sing. I have written over 3000 songs, most of which are Gospel in a number of style and tempos. Country, Southern and bluegrass being the main flavor. I have self-produced a number of recordings over the years which got a fair amount of airplay, a # one song, and an SHAI award. I boast only in the fact that the Lord has trusted me enough to give me His songs to write. If you are an artist interested in hearing some of the songs He has given me, for possible recording, email me (ecadams@xplornet.ca) and I will give you a link to listen. I don't have a personal website or a social site but I do have several storage sites for my songs of different genres, which I give to those interested enough to make personal contact. I also have a number of pages on CD Baby where people can hear, purchase CDs or downloads. They can also purchase CDs by mail directly from me.


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Those precious hands

album: Come to the altar and Him
genre: Country and Bluegrass Gospel
streams: 46
audio file: mp3, 3.3MB, 00:03:35


Those precious hands that healed the lepers and made them clean

Those precious hands that made the blind to see

Those precious hands that lifted Peter from the water

Are the same precious hands held out to me


Those precious hands, nail scarred hands, marred for me

Those precious hands so cruelly pierced on Calvary

Those precious hands that were nailed to a tree

And by his hands hung there in agony

Those precious hands that blessed the bread that fed five thousand

Those precious hands that calmed a stormy sea

Those precious hands that raised Lazarus from the grave

Are the same precious hands reached out to me


Those precious hands that were held high and clasped in prayer

Those precious hands that prayed in Gethsemane

Those precious hands that gently held little children

Are the same precious hands held on to me


Those precious hands


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