“The blues? Why, the blues are a part of me. They're like a chant. The blues are like spirituals, almost sacred. When we sing blues, we're singing out our hearts, we're singing out our feelings. Maybe we're hurt and just can't answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues. When I sing, 'I walk the floor, wring my hands and cry -- Yes, I walk the floor, wring my hands and cry,'... what I'm doing is letting my soul out.” HeartSoulFeelingsHandsHurtAnswersWalksCrySingingSacredMy Soul Author:Alberta Hunter
“When I ask the angels for answers to the human mystery, I find they guide me to a sense of peace and comfort in my soul. The angels do this not by bringing me answers and intricate theories, but by bringing me creative ways of responding to life with light in my heart.” WayHumansHeartSoulLightAsksAnswersInspiringCreativeMysteryTheoryMy HeartComfortAngelGuidesMy SoulRespondingIntricateGuide Me Author:Terry Taylor
“He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat. Oh! be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet! Our God is marching on.” MenHeartSoulAnswersFeetJudgmentMy SoulSeatsRetreatTrumpetsSiftingMarching On Book:Later Lyrics Source: Later Lyrics