People Ask Me Who Is My Favorite

The Battle Against The Dark One And The Clinging To The Right One Is What My Life Is About.

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.

Creative People Have To Be Fed From The Divine Source. I Have To Get Fed. I Had To Get Filled Up In Order To Pour Out.

Six Foot Six He Stood On The Ground He Weighed Two Hundred And Thirty-five Pounds But I Saw That Giant Of A Man Brought Down To His Knees By Love

Death And Hell Are Never Full, And Neither Are Men's Eyes.