Everything I write, I write for them: the broken, the lost, the good who died young, including my daddy, my hero. To God be the glory when my voice hesitates to sing to Him. I know who's the fool when the world crowds out his singular voice and I ignore Love's call. Forgive me when I've lost understanding of how to answer back.

Every day I'm thankful to wake up and know I am not finished. 


      -Tempest