Its amazing where God meets you...in a small meadow with blades of grass dancing back and forth, wind gliding over your skin, the sound of water flowing down smooth stones, leaves rustling and floating in the crisp air...

Speak, in this close communion

Though this hour seems timeless still

I wait for the words that bid me come

So I await the words that you say

I open my life

I am longing just to hear thes words

That you say, that you say

Something Like Silas

Manhattan, what a place...I go from being on SNL in NBC Studios one day to being with the Lord in Central Park the next...from being part of a complex, quick-paced life to being offered the chance to slow down and see beauty in the simplicity of things as well...if these experiences continue, it may be difficult to return home...