wrangled and wrinkled.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Keep me here.

- "He was so good, that Momma used to worry about him getting into music and leaving the Lord."

- "Wherever I go, I can start singing one of them and immediately begin to feel peace settle over me as God's grace flows in. At times they've been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home."

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