Reverend Jackson, their sound quieter now, intoned, “there clearly was but one way to god, one road right up to the home of paradise. .

Reverend Jackson, their sound quieter now, intoned, “there clearly was but one way to god, one road right up to the home of paradise. .

“You can not drive upon it just as if riding in a low rider, as you’d be going too fast and surely skip a signpost or two as you go along. You can’t drive a bicycle about it because even though you’d start to see the signpost, you had remain going too quickly for expression and without representation how may you savor the father’s message, how may you allow it be one with you?” Now his passion rose and once again, their vocals hoarse and strident, filled the White Rock featuring its strength. Continue reading “Reverend Jackson, their sound quieter now, intoned, “there clearly was but one way to god, one road right up to the home of paradise. .”