Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.