When I was about 3 or 4, I remember feeling that singing was something God wanted me to do—that singing was part of my life’s purpose. My mother used to sing primary songs to me as I’d drift off to sleep. She also introduced me to Barry Manilow, while my dad shared his love...
And when you sell the church, Your fakey, fakey church; You gotta emphasize the "wholesome" schtick. 2. Go feed the sheep, The golden, golden sheep; You'll find that they respond quite well to milk. And when you bring in sheep, You fellowship those sheep And pasturize their brains ...