Six foot six he stood on the ground He weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down To his knees by love

Burn my Flag and I will shoot you........but I'll shoot you with a lot of love, like a good American

I say I'm not a singer, so that means I can't sing. But - doesn't it?

The things that have always been important: to be a good man, to try to live my life the way God would have me, to turn it over to Him that His will might be worked in my life, to do my work without looking back, to give it all I've got, and to take pride in my work as an honest performer.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town.

You're so heavenly minded, you're no earthly good.

Why me, Lord? What have I ever done to deserve even one of the blessings I've known? Why me, Lord? What did I ever do that was worth love from you and the kindness you've shown? Lord, help me, Jesus, I've wasted it so. Help me, Jesus. I know what I am. Now that I know that I've needed you so, help me, Jesus. My soul's in your hand.