If I get to heaven someday, one of my first questions I'd like to ask God, is 'How you create things?.'

I really hope someday that when I am forgiven for my sins in my Lord's name, I will come into the Light, for I would not want to leave that Light. I, frankly, don't care what others think; it's the way I feel and know God would understand. He always does.

I finally understand a little bit more of why Gods allows pain in this life. Maybe He tries to get us to understand that our home is not in this life, but that our TRUE life begins with Him, in Heaven.

Somethin' tells me I'm gonna die young, but I'm not afraid. Jesus has got many surprises waitin' for me.

I don't believe in legends, I believe in God.

Have you seen where my world is? I'm searchin' for the place that I call home. Since I been lookin' round, like a child for harmony.