Matthew Stemme

Matthew Stemme

 Los Angeles, California, USA
BandCountryFolk

Songwriter, Pastor and Father that writes from the heart of home. I write the lyrics, chords and melody and then work with some great Nashville folks to perform and produce. I own all rights to my songs.
I like to say that my work is family albums put to music--the good and the hard times.

Biography

Born and raised in Southern California. Married for 27-years to the bride of my youth.

I am in full-time sales and a part-time minister at a local church that my wife and I helped to plant some 18-years ago. (www.northpark.com)

Writing has become a true joy for me. God has blessed my life in so many ways. He has stirred my heart and home, and left sweet songs to be sung. Each of my songs have a story--they are...songs from home. You will hear a vein of faith throughout my work as I am forever amazed by the simple, yet meaningful workings of God. Thanks to my wife of 27 years (what a woman!) and my beautiful daughters for their

Lyrics

Laughter in the Hallway

Written By: Matthew Stemme

On the inside of the doorway, there’s a masterpiece of time
Laughter fills the hallway, as I ponder all the lines
Standing right before me, etched so I can see
All the years we had together, my little girls, my wife and me

CHORUS
Daddy how tall am I?
What will I grow to be?
Will you love me forever, even when it’s time to leave?

Memories and milestones
Toddlers and teens
The Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause
Prom dresses and car keys

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Looking back on years gone by, a lot of laughs and some really hard times
I cherish the years and I long for more
And the days when we marked time inside the door

CHORUS

On the inside of a doorway, there’s a masterpiece of time
And laughter fills my hallway, as I ponder all the lines
Sweet laughter fills my hallway…
As I ponder….every line…
...Yes, I’ll love you forever, even ‘til the end of time

Your Just 18

Written By: Matthew Stemme

It’s the phone again, jump out of bed, 2AM
But it’s not you, just another worried friend
Said she saw you, on the other side of town
Asked to take you home, you stayed with the same ol’ crowd

PRE CHORUS

You’re way too young, to be taking on the world
Caught somewhere in between a woman and a girl

CHORUS

Your just 18
Do you know what your life means
How you’re precious in my sight
Don’t care who’s right or wrong
And I don’t want to fight
I just want you safe, home, tonight

I’ve been here before, just a different place and time
I carry the scars and more, though hidden by my pride
Come home we’ll talk it through, what’s going on inside
I’m waiting up for you, cause sleep won’t come tonight

PRE CHORUS

You’re way too young, to be taking on the world
Caught somewhere in between a woman and a girl

CHORUS

Your just 18
Do you know what your life means
How you’re precious in my sight
Don’t care who’s right or wrong
And I don’t want to fight
I just want you safe, home, tonight

Ten Thousand Miles (Psalm 72:12-14)

Written By: Matthew Stemme

There are distant lands where love is seldom shown
Where people are abandoned and unknown
There is a famine for peace and hope
And places love still needs to go

CHORUS
As the poor cry out, who will hear their call
Who will help the needy who have no one at all
Who will hold the child who’s orphaned and alone
Love still has ten thousand miles to go

God hears the call from these distant lands
He will love them, but through our willing hands
The love of God is known as it is shown
When we touch the faces ten thousand miles from home

CHORUS

CHORUS 2
As the poor cry out, I will hear their call
I will help the needy who have no one at all
I will hold the child who’s orphaned and alone
Because love still has ten thousand miles to go

TAG
Love still has ten thousand miles….Ten thousand miles…Ten thousand miles… to go

All Wrapped in a Daughter

Written By: Matthew Stemme

V1
Just watching the business news
In my favorite chair and my worn out shoes
Talkn how to get rich in life
Oh… I just chuckle inside

V2
For back in my younger days
I was all wrapped up in a IRA
I was gonna make my millions
And retire at an early age

PRE CHORUS
I Got down on my knees, Just a work’n man
I asked for God’s blessing, on my future plans

CHORUS
I prayed to be rich, I prayed to be smarter
Prayed to make my name in this world to work a little harder
Now I bless the day, when God’s answer came
All wrapped in a daughter

V3
Now the years have gone by
And left me with more than a touch of grey
I may not have a lot of money
But my heart is full at the end of the day

V4
Now you can say I am successful
That I have a claim, a claim to fame
It aint in no portfolio
Or the offices of some C-P-A

PRE CHORUS.2
So I’m back down on my knees, still a work’n man
Ponder’n God’s blessings, and His precious plan

CHORUS

BRIDGE
My stock is good, she’s running ‘round the neighborhood
My bonds are true, banked in the trust of I love you

CHORUS

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Wrapped up in a daughter (X3)

Prodigal Kind

Written By: Matthew Stemme

I haven’t been home in a long time
Had to get away, and cut the ties that bind
Now I’m work’n hard so hard to survive
The wake of my choices, and my wayward life

CHORUS
Now I long for a reunion, to the place I am bound
A blessed communion, for I am lost and want to be found
These thoughts of my home weigh heavy on my mind
I’m broken and alone, I’m the prodigal kind

Feeling so unworthy to be loved
For the pain I caused, and the things I’ve done
My body’s ach’n and my spirit groans
My soul keeps searching for the lights of home

CHORUS

-BRIDGE-
Liv’n in the mess I made
A product of my selfish ways
Now I’m on my way from where I strayed

CHORUS

And I long for a reunion, to the place where I’m bound
A blessed communion, for I am lost and want to be found
These thoughts of my home weigh heavy on my mind
I’m so broken and alone, I’m the prodigal kind

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So broken and alone
I’m the prodigal kind

Joy in the Journey

Written By: Matthew Stemme

Went fishing with my granddad, I was right around 12-years-old
The bite was slow, the wind was cold, I complained and I wanted to go
Well he checked his line and said with a sigh, son, can’t you see this mountain lake
A stringer full is not the goal, but the joy along the way

CHORUS
You gotta take joy in the journey, open your eyes and see the beauty
Cause the fish aint always bite’n and the sun don’t always shine
Things don’t always go our way, and there’s always a hill to climb

The words he said, they sunk like lead, and became the model of my life
Now no matter the road or heavy the load, I try to open up my eyes
Could be a mountain lake or interstate, a loved one by my side
How fast we go is not the goal, but the joy along the ride

CHORUS

BRIDGE
My Granddad’s gone but his spirit lives on, through my children who bear his name
We toss out a line, I pull ‘em aside and share the wisdom he had to say

CHORUS
We gotta take joy in the journey, open your eyes and see the beauty
No the fish aint always bite’n and the sun don’t always shine
But take joy in your journey, there’s beauty if you open your eyes

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Take joy in your journey
You gotta take joy in your journey

Anniversary Song

Written By: Matthew Stemme

V1
Thinking on the time gone by, as I lay here by your side
Morning sun begins to shine, still can’t believe you’re mine
V2
To have and to hold, together we grow old
In all that the years can bring, you’ll be my everything

CHORUS
I celebrate, our anniversary
Counting all the ways, you make my life complete
I celebrate, our anniversary
And I celebrate, all you are to me

V3
For the better for the worse, every chapter, book and verse
In sickness as in health, through all the wanting and the wealth

CHORUS

BRIDGE
With a ring, I thee wed
I pledged my love to you
I pledge it all over again

CHORUS

TAG
Yes, I celebrate, our anniversary

Discography

Laughter in the Hallway (about the lines that mark the ages/heights of my growing little girls)
Songs From My Home
Prodigal Kind (Male and female versions)
Ten Thousand Miles (Psalm 72:12-14) Male/Female versions
Wrapped in a Daughter
Sudburry Rain (about my wedding day)
Your Just 18 (3 versions: Just 18/You're Just 18/Eighteen)
God's Big Backyard (a child's view of heaven)
Mooly Cow Lullaby (written back in 1930 by my wife's grandfater)
She's on Her Own (written after dropping my daughter off at the airport)