Every Morning I Wake Up And Thank

My Voice Belongs To Me, From God. People Will Comment, "your Voice Helped Me Through." Maybe It’s God In Me, Because I Don’t Take Credit For That.

Until I Went To Rehab, I Didn't Understand What It Did.

I Owe It All To Jesus.

At Dances When I Was A Little Kid, Art Would Be Up There Singing While I'd Be Dancing With Some Girl A Foot Taller Than Me.

It's A Thanksgiving To God. It's Something I Have Wanted To Do For A Long Time, But The Record Company Wasn't Ready For It. So I Did It Myself.