God Has Blessed You When He Lets

If I'm Going To Sing Like Someone Else, Then I Don't Need To Sing At All.

I Can't Stand To Sing The Same Song The Same Way Two Nights In Succession, Let Alone Two Years Or Ten Years.

I Don't Think I'm Singing. I Feel Like I'm Playing A Horn...what Comes Out Is What I Feel.

Lust May Be In The Heart, Though It Be Not Seen By Others; As Guests May Be In The House, Though They Look Not Out At The Windows.

In This Country, Don't Forget, A Habit Is No Damn Private Hell. There's No Solitary Confinement Outside Of Jail. A Habit Is Hell For Those You Love. And In This Country It's The Worst Kind Of Hell For Those Who Love You.