We're Trinity and Virgil, sister and brother, and this is our family's work.
Our father was a pastor. In 1989, in the church house in [City], he started something simple: one piano, one voice, and somebody's story. People came to him carrying a testimony too heavy to hold, and he'd sit with them, patient, until it became a song they could sing. Our mother sang beside him. We grew up in it, learning the slow way, the only way that keeps the soul in it.
Mama and Daddy have been carried home to glory now. We're the ones who carry it on. Between us we've written thousands of songs: comebacks and homegoings, anniversaries and altar calls, and a whole lot of ordinary Tuesdays where somebody just needed to hear that God was still holding on.
The world moves fast now. Everybody's in a hurry, and taking real time with one story is getting rare. We don't know how much longer we can do it the old way. So while we still can, we'd be honored to do it for you.