What are the chances that God sits in Heaven everyday trying to come up with newer ways to silence the mouth he assumed would be used to help spread his word? Picked up and tossed about like unwanted trash is our attraction to the misuse of the language. And yet I believe God uses what we say to bring us closer to his unconditional love.

The song featured has helped shape my new book Scrambled Eggs. I penned out and produced I Believe because an ark not built to float becomes part of a passing shore making its way to the ocean.