It is not enough to have a song on your lips. You must also have a song in your heart.

If I had a choice, I would still choose to remain blind...for when I die, the first face I will ever see will be the face of my blessed Saviour.

Take the wold, but give me Jesus; In His cross my trust shall be, Till, with clearer, brighter vision Face to face my Lord I see.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

Redeemed how I love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed thru His infinite mercy His child and forever I am.

Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.

We are traveling on with our staff in hand... We are pilgrims bound for the heavenly land.

Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?

The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above.

Once you are born in this world you’re old enough to die.

The wish to gain complete possession of somebody is expressed most plainly by jealousy. Jealousy is never a sign of love. It only indicates fear of not being able to hold another person.

No one can soothe my inner being like you. No one can make me look to the future with such excitement like you did. No one can understand me, fulfill me, fit me like you did." ~Emma Ranstein

How anyone becomes herself/is a mystery.

We know now that the soul is the body, and the body the soul. They tell us they are different because they want to persuade us that we can keep our souls if we let them make slaves of our bodies.

I always wanted to be as busy as possible so that if one job went away I'd still have plenty of other things to do.

Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?

I can't think of any musician or producer who has influenced me more than Brian Eno. From when he was in Roxy Music, producing Devo, the Talking Heads and My Life in the Bush of Ghosts.

Jesus Christ can afford to be misunderstood; we cannot. Our weakness lies in always wanting to vindicate ourselves.

And I knew that it was better to live out one's absurdity than to die for that of others.