Losing Me

Dear Friends,

Grace to you through our Lord Jesus Christ.

We have released another song from the forthcoming album, Plain Folk. This is the single, “Losing Me.” More about the song below. I hope you enjoy it. If it ministers to you or a loved one, then my goal in writing is realized.

Yours faithfully,

Mike

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This is a song that came to in a day when I felt a sense of loss. Kierkegaard wrote of suffering as an existential cost of beauty. I’m not sure about. But Job is one of the most popular books in the Bible. Likely, because we find comfort in Job, not in his pain, but in his misunderstanding of pain, and of God’s goodness and sovereignty. The glory of Job is unveiled in the enigmatic drama of his utter devastation. “Where were you . . .” is the divine last word to Job’s theology. The beatific of crucifixion is the promise of resurrection. If we are to identify our human losses with Christ’s suffering that we may, also, know His resurrection, then we quietly place the hurting things at the foot of His cross. And it hurts to lose another, especially if the loss comes because we are losing, in some way, ourselves.

In the quiet unfolding of years, memory becomes both companion and mystery. The farther we go, the less certain the map; the deeper we feel, the more the familiar can seem to slip.

“Losing Me” is a reflection on the challenges of memory loss and the transitions of loving relationships as we move through life. Kierkegaard also remarked, “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” If the Danish theologian-philosopher is correct, then what does it mean if you lose the “backwards?”

I thought about this as I suspected that I might have a memory problem, even a self-awareness problem. So, I did what I often do at such times. I ambled over, this time, to the piano. I played with the notes, the chords, and I began to compose. I discovered a song, or maybe it found me, that names the gentle ache of distance—stars that once guided now distant and seeming to hide, a tide stronger than our own rowing, figures on the shoreline waving goodbye—and yet refuses to leave us without hope. There are still lights on the horizon. They just may be finding us.

This is a song for the later seasons: for those who have watched a loved one’s recollections soften, for caregivers who hold both memory and presence, and for anyone who has felt the self becoming less familiar under the press of time. It is offered in the spirit of honest lament and quiet trust—an invitation to name the loss, to feel the current, and to look toward the lights that remain.

“Even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save” (Isaiah 46:4 ESV).

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The farther I go

The less that I know

Could it be true I’m losing you

2

The deeper I feel

The less that it’s real

So could it be

I’m losing me

[Chorus]

Stars in the night sky

Used to guide

Now they are distant and

Seem to hide

3

The harder I row

The more that I know

There is a tide stronger than I

Lights on the shoreline

4

Figures from my mind

Waving goodbye to me

Lights on the horizon

Where do they come from

They just may be finding me

“Losing Me” Words and Music © 2026 Michael Anthony Milton (BMI). From the album collection, Plain Folk, © ℗ 2026.

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Thank you for sampling this little song.

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