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.

If you're going to be a Christian, you're going to change. You're going to lose some old friends, not because you want to, but because you need to.

The battle against the dark one and the clinging to the right one is what my life is about.

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

When I was a baby, my mama told me son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns. But I shot a man in Reno.

Inside the walls of a prison my body may be, but my Lord has set my soul free.

I like to sit on the front porch of an old cabin I built in the woods and just listen to the birds; I like to fish in the pond and I always throw the fish back.