The different part of writing and singing worship lies in the identity and truth of God's Word and true intention for us as His followers on this Earth.

Bands are about these little relationships that make everything tick, and when you create new music you're testing those relationships.

I guess God has a sense of humor, when he had a man that wanted to start his life as a priest, end up marrying a preacher.

When you're playing the same dirty dozen night after night, the moments that keep it fresh are those when you just let go and trust everyone.

I have been blessed in my life and want to return my gratitude unto my Lord.

We get sucked into the Internet and streaming information, and its time to just unplug and look within.

I remain God's humble servant.

My father was a deeply spiritual, prophetic man, [who] I adored. I watched him pray as a boy and wanted to know the "Jesus" he shed tears for.

I had my breakthrough at 6 years old and received the Lord, Jesus Christ. I was so swept up in the spirit, I told my parents I had future plans to enter the priesthood.

The parents used to drag the little ones, and now the kids are coming--and they're not little anymore. Things are evolving. Maybe there's a renaissance for our music.

I continue to steward what God has given for me for such a time as this.

There are times when you have to commit a crime to prevent an even bigger one. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night.

You have to quit confusing a madness with a mission.

There are more beauty parlors than there are beauties.

I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.

It (Twitter) closes the six degrees of separation to one degree of separation

The squirrel that you kill in jest, dies in earnest.

Blessings upon all that hate contention, and love quietnesse, and vertue, and Angling.

I think the good thing about my face is it has always been expressive. With Botox that goes - not what you want as an actress.

Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?

Flint must be an extremely wealthy town: I see that each of you bought two or three seats.