Trinity · Sister
Worship ballads · quiet testimony · lullabies & homegoings
Trinity writes the tender ones: the slow cry, the song you play when the house is quiet and you need the Lord close.
Send us your testimony, and let us turn it into a gospel song. One piano, one voice, and your story. The way our daddy taught us, since 1989.
Tell Us Your Story
Your own custom song
You tell us what the Lord brought you through. We build a gospel song around it: your trouble, your deliverance, your praise. Made for you and nobody else.
Delivered to your inbox by Sunday, July 5th: a recorded song plus a printed lyric sheet.
This is our goodbye season. When the last [100] are gone, they're gone.
We've got it, and we'll sit with it. We'll write you back, usually within a day, with what happens next. If you don't hear from us, check your spam folder or email us at support@trinityandvirgil.com.
Answer the questions above and write whatever's layin' on your heart. This the part that matters.
We build the song around your own words. Not a form song off a shelf. Your song.
Your finished gospel song and lyric sheet, in your inbox within 4 days.
Meet the family
Sister and brother, raised in it since 1989. Press play and hear a demo from each of us.
Worship ballads · quiet testimony · lullabies & homegoings
Trinity writes the tender ones: the slow cry, the song you play when the house is quiet and you need the Lord close.
Praise & shout · quartet · up-tempo gospel
Virgil writes the ones that get the room on its feet: the comeback, the victory, the Sunday-morning shout.
For 37 years now, we've written songs for folks all over the world: birthday ballads and wedding anthems, lullabies full of somebody's memory, and goodbye letters turned into a melody you can hold onto.
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The goodbye
Our father started this in 1989: one piano, one voice, and somebody's story. Folks would come carrying a testimony too big to hold, and he'd sit with them till it turned into a song. Me and my sister grew up right there by their side, and we learned it the slow way, the only way it works.
Mama and Daddy been carried home to glory now, and we the ones carryin' the legacy on. But the world want everything inna hurry. Everybody rushin', can't nobody sit still, and takin' real time with one story, that's gettin' rare. We don't know how much longer we can do it the old way.
So while we still can, we're making our final [100] songs. This is our goodbye, and we'd love to spend one of them on you.
Questions
A little gospel in your inbox, and first word when we open a few more songs.