I Wear The Black For The Poor

My Way Of Communicating With God As A Boy (and Often Even Now) Was Through The Lyrics Of A Song. . . . So I Didn't Have The Problem Some People Do Who Say, "i Don't Know How To Pray." I Used The Songs To Communicate With God. . . . To Me, Songs Were The Telephone To Heaven, And I Tied Up The Line Quite A Bit.

They're Powerful, Those Songs. At Times They've Been My Only Way Back, The Only Door Out Of The Dark, Bad Places The Black Dog Calls Home.

I Love Bob Dylan, I Really Do. I Love His Early Work, I Love The First Time He Plugged In Electrically, I Love His Christian Albums, I Love His Other Albums.

I Learn From My Mistakes. It’s A Very Painful Way To Learn, But Without Pain, The Old Saying Is, There’s No Gain.

Beneath The Stains Of Time The Feeling Disappears, You Are Someone Else I Am Still Right Here.