We were blessed by the mystic who turned water into wine / We were blessed by the watchmaker who gave up his time / We were blessed by the wounded man who felt no pain / We were blessed by the wayfaring stranger who knew our names / We were blessed by the homeless man […]

I would burn the soles of my feet / Burn the palms of both my hands / If I could learn and be complete / If I could walk righteously again / ‚Cause I want to get right with God / Yes, you know you got to get right with God (Lucinda Williams)