Creative people have to be fed from the divine source. I have to get fed. I had to get filled up in order to pour out.

I don't give up because I don't give up. I don't believe in it.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town, I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, But is there because he's a victim of the times. I wear the black for those who never read

My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

Now that I know that I've needed you so, help me, Jesus. My soul's in your hand.

I recently found myself going through a period of uncertainty about my future as a performer, my status as a personality, the believability of my Christian witness and the knowledge of God's will in my life. I felt a force bigger than myself saying, 'Lay back. Take it easy. Study hard. Read your bible. Think, write and keep your mouth shut for awhile.'