Lead me to the cross Where Your love poured out Bring me to my knees Lord I lay me down Rid me of myself I belong to You Lead me, lead me to the cross.

You can analyze all you want but you can never explain away the God factor. Sometimes God just decides to breathe on something and it's completely His prerogative.

The music that I make isn't really like any of the music that I listen to. I think I listen to cool music, but I know that I don't make cool music - so it's kind of funny!

I've always recognised that I have influence, whether I like it or not, and that I can use it to do something good.

I think I was always an old soul, even as a teenager.

At sixteen I was like: "I need to get an album out now!" - even though I was only sixteen. I was always in a little bit of a rush to be an adult.

I'm not quite sure where the sponsorship rumour came from... probably because I have been a spokesperson for child sponsorship so people just assumed that was the connection.

I learnt that music cost something, and that's a good thing. Also, that I should exercise, because I didn't and I got very sick.

I have a particular style of writing and my voice sounds a particular way, which lends itself to a certain style.

I know my sound, and I have to be true to who I am as an artist, even though I want be real cool, and make really cool music.

Now that I have seen I am responsible, faith without deeds is dead.

Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand - and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late.

God is like a search engine — He is willing to answer your requests, but you must ask Him the right questions.

What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?

Some of you may remember me as the 'Doritos Girl' from that Super Bowl commercial a while back, but I've been lucky enough to have gotten a few more credits under my belt since then!

A trite popular saying, or proverb. (Figurative and colloquial.) So called because it makes its way into a wooden head. Following are examples of old saws fitted with new teeth.

It's a mental fake-out to myself. I make believe I'm making a new show so I forget the material I was working on and make up some fresh material.

Fasting detaches you from this world. Prayer reattaches you to the next world.

Geese are white, crows are black. No argument will change this.

Negroes don't even like snails! What they're doing is proving they're integrated.

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.