"All of us must die eventually. Our lives are like water spilled out on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. But God does not just sweep life away; instead, he devises ways to bring us back when we have been separated from him." 2 Samuel 14:14
Thirteen exhaustive hours spent on a humid television sound stage, solving sex crimes ripped from headlines, all faded into the late night with a three hour, spiritual jam from my baby, Chris Robinson and his scruffy, oh so talented Brotherhood.
Let's hear it for the rowdy boys...and the the depths of the East River, train to Williamsburg.
"Hallucination nation
We got our vaccine
Dancing for quarters
'Ain't as underground as it seems
Just like water on the ground
We will find our way."
Did I mention he loves and lifts up Jesus?
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