Before I Would Hurt A Child, I

Yet, Instead Of Loving Our Children More, We Install Metal Detectors In Our Schools.

Nothing's Real ,but All Is Possible If God Is On My Side

There Are Two Kinds Of Music. One Comes From The Strings Of A Guitar, The Other From The Strings Of The Heart. One Sound Comes From A Chamber Orchestra, The Other From The Beating Of The Heart's Chamber. One Comes From An Instrument Of Graphite And Wood, The Other From An Organ Of Flesh And Blood. This Loftier Music I Speak Of Tonight Is More Pleasing Than The Notes Of The Most Gifted Composers, More Moving Than A Marching Band, More Harmonious Than A Thousand Voices Joined In Hymn And More Powerful Than All The World's Percussion Instruments Combined. That Sweet Sound Of Love.

One Day My Dad Said, "if You Guys Ever Stop Singing, I'll Drop You Like A Hot Potato." That's What He Said. It Hurt Me. You Don't Say That To Children And I Never Forgot It.

Because Parents Have Power Over Children. They Feel They Have To Do What Their Parents Say. But The Love Of Money Is The Root Of All Evil. And This Is A Sweet Child. And To See Him Turn Like This, This Isn't Him. This Is Not Him.