Set Your Sights On A Place Higher

Without Love, All Worship Is A Burden, All Dancing Is A Chore, All Music Is Mere Noise.

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

Bring The Sky Beneath Your Feet And Listen To Celestial Music Everywhere.

I Am So Small I Can Hardly Be Seen. How Can This Great Love Be Inside Me? Look At Your Eyes. They Are Small, But They See Enormous Things.

We Are The Mirror - As Well As The Face In It.