You know when I really realized like "wow" what a gift this is was when I sang at camp and a girl wrote me a letter and said the song that I sung kept her from committing suicide.

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

Charles Kingsley

Pain is no evil, unless it conquers us.

Charles Kingsley

I always sang in church always was in a gospel choir and directed choirs and always performed, but I never thought of it as a powerful thing.

Charles Kingsley