My voice belongs to me, from God. People will comment, "Your voice helped me through." Maybe it’s God in me, because I don’t take credit for that.
My friends and I were wild and we liked to joy-ride.
I owe it all to Jesus.
If you are serious, don't play with my heart, it makes me furious.
Every morning I wake up and thank God.
At dances when I was a little kid, Art would be up there singing while I'd be dancing with some girl a foot taller than me.